Hi there! It’s results day tomorrow, and I decided to express my anxieties poetically. I hope you enjoy.
And what if, after
All this, after
Every hour and breath and bead of sweat,
Every tear brushed hurriedly away
Before eyes become salt-clouded, or the words begin to sway,
Every night known for far too long in
A caffeine scented haze of words, every alarm
Piercing the veil of far too little sleep,
Eyes groggy and head pounding, forced, again,
To face another day that drags downwards into the depths
Of a frenzied fever dream;
What if, after not quite living
Through all of this,
It comes to nothing;
Nothing at all?