good grades
10/15/24; 9:53 PM
such a vicious cycle
monster mashing in my face
sleep deprived and bleary eyed
my mind knows not the taste
of understanding calculus
of concentrating hard
I’d better not attend events
or relax in my yard.
sleep filled little noses
with their attention so well kept,
upwards calling thanks to God
for studying well spent.
my eyes do not lift so high
my mouth does not form thanks.
for failures, grief, and misery—I have joined your flanks.
even in this writing
perpetuating doom,
sleep delays
composure frays
my good grades leave the room.
