Of Weariness

Wow, three posts in two days! This must be a record. This poem was inspired by one thing we all know and love: exam week. I might have dramatized it a little, but in my defense, studying for 6 tests is hard work! Can't wait 'til next year, when it'll just be harder. Empathize and enjoy.


I am weary, my dear
Not the fleeting sleepiness that drifts onto us
Before we close our eyes
No, love, it's the other kind
It's the weariness of being locked in a room with no doors
But the ghosts are still seeping through the cracks
Oozing their way through the creaking, rotting wood
To grasp at my heart
My weariness is such, my dear, that all the snow
That has been falling ever so lightly these months
Has pressed against the roof, caving it in
Pouring through the shafts
Releasing the frigid breath of the night
Hanging on the edge of my tongue
Running through my fibers
Letting all the ghosts in
And all I can do is sit there

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