Sleep, Study, Strive

BY. U. ABBAS

Sleep, study, strive

The time has yet to arrive

Buzzer goes off and my hands get to work

Fingers tap the keys, lips mouth the deadly definitions

My mind is a sponge, however, it can’t do its job

Deadlines come fast

I’m not even halfway done

My brain is going to explode

And my heart will implode

My social life is dead

Now asking me to take revenge

Just like Hamlet’s father, in his room, on his bed

Textbooks are my rebound and

sticky notes are my new friends

With pencils, calculator and paper

I will conquer my battle

The time to take the stage has yet to arrive

With perseverance and stamina,

I will not blow out

Sleep, study, strive

Sleep, study, strive

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