Sleep steadily slips from my aching eyelids

desperate for one more hour of escape

of reflection

of processing the pounds of pressure I'm currently cracking

under waters,

rapids, and riptides hidden in the depths of a "simple request for information regarding your policy on...."


An onslaught of memories of endless eye rolls and dramatic gasps

as students undertake the herculean task

of taking out a pencil

Undermine my tenuous love for my overcrowded classroom


My passion dissolves within the reckless rapids of my

rushing to cross off one more obligation

before I again attempt to sink into weary oblivion


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ElshaHawk LoA

ElshaHawk LoA

Busy life. Maybe you need an assistant, or just plow through that list and get on with life ... or sleep. I like sleep. Life isn't always so busy.

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Robert Quick

Robert Quick

Your poetry is so strong. You should submit it to places and get paid for it!

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