Poem Entry #2

SOS (02 Nov 2016)

I am in the library again, alone.
It’s a loud, busy place—nothing like home.
Preoccupied with paper and pen,
This solitude I drink is a poison.

I can’t spend time with family of friends
Until the semester comes to an end.
The distant stars now replace the sun;
The crisp, cold night has tragically won.

Boiling water and chaotic waves
Threaten to quicken me to a young grave.
Once my raft finally kisses the shore
Alas, there is labor forevermore.

In four years, I will finally be free.
SOS, from the university.


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