With finals, came a lot of mixed feelings. It had its low moments for the longest time. Yet now with them over, I just feel. Free.
I’ve never been gifted at creative writing or anything, but I feel like coming up with this little poem really helped me express my feelings. This little number is all about finals! I hope you guys like it!
I feel like I’m
Whatever have I done to you?
I have my limits too
I sit in front of this thing, like a fool
I tried to turn down the brightness on my eyeballs
The mug on the table falls
It’s 3:25 and this book calls
Inside my laptop
I no longer perceive with anything
I can still hear the notification ding
The lid is shut, what’s wrong with this thing?
It was inside my mind, it’s fine
I can escape the chime
For minutes to tick down, in front of my face
I’m still alive when I turn in the page
Sit down at home
My brain feels like a bone
These screens burn layers on my eyeballs
I feel it in my head
I think I’ll leave my phone here, and let it go dead
It’s all over now, but I still feel down
I can’t get this expression off my face
And then, a door opened up
There was this little guy in my head
He says “wassup.“
Oh finals, your aftertaste remains
But the little guy says, “ it’s all good mayne.”
It all involved a change of attitude, the little man speaks
I am two persons, who become one
My roommate doesn’t notice. None.
Listening to her small talk
About that paint made of chalk
There is joy here
I appreciate it all now
Finals. You cannot oppress me
No more writing, no more listening
No notes, no lectures
No reading, no glowing screens
No books. No projectors.
Maybe I’ll be able to finally chill
And go on a hike or something