Seeing Stars - Poem by Leslie Ching
*Events in this poem are not true incidents.*
Is it worth it?
The wee hours of the morning
Poring over notes and textbooks
Writing on and on brainlessly -
Sleep can be
Ever so tantalizing...
Back in this pit void of life,
Going through the same tired movements
The monotonous drone of mindless chatter
Perpetually drilling a hole in my head.
Giddy with the false obsessive energy
That's the only thing
Keeping the blood pumping
Through these crippled veins -
Are those stars I see?
They dance about whimsically,
Mocking my weakness.
My legs - cannot support their burden -
My arms - are numb and lifeless -
The ground gives way
Beneath my very feet,
As gravity plunges me into
An infinite hole of darkness.
Even the stars have winked out.
Does it matter anyhow?
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