when at night everything becomes a shroud
& the burden in my eyes searches for a lounge
I walk around the shadows to mingle with the
stars
what is insomnia, if not the price we pay for
scrolling through the pages of our sighs
I have a CGPA the size of an ant
on the notice board, I was advised to withdraw
In this poem, college is a war.
those who survive it are called graduates.
i didn’t survive the war; somewhere along the way
something happened :
It has started to rain and the van was neglected
under the heavenly shower never doted on by any teacher; never cared for by anybody
If you’ve ever attended college, ever witnessed
a thunderstorm while in college, you will know that people like me are destined to become
wreckages
because safety is strictly by grades & my grades were persistently flunking, there was never a time
i was admitted into a teacher’s bosom
that was how I became a wreckage
that was how i became a battered veteran