The Overworked Schoolboy’s Lament

The Overworked Schoolboy’s Lament short poem

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I tire of the feelings of dread
That envelop my heart every day.
The dread, and the hopelessness,
That fuels this necessary evil of life.

Analysis, thinking, computation,
Makes my brain overheat
Like an outdated machine under pressure.

But still I bear the heavy load
Unlike some, who just rest on their make-believe laurels,
Separate themselves from study,
Refuse that which they must bear, and receive the due penalty.

Breaks are a luxury. The only thing
That I can look forward to.
And ever closer creeps the storm of exams,
Deadlines and revision.

This is a depressing place,
Questions, necessities, expectations,
Arrive on a flood of dread, tears and anxiety.
It’s only a matter of time before I am broken.

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My muse is like an excitable dog. It catches sight of totally random things and starts yapping and running around and wagging its tail and WILL NOT STOP until I write a poem about it.My poetry is sometimes based on personal experience and sometimes on other things. Aside from that, I enjoy video games (My favourite game series is Mass Effect) and the popular television show My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.
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