Grand Finale: a Poem about Finals Week

Eyes are open

red, dry, weak.

A symphony

on the nightstand.


Snooze.


Blood replaced

Extra hot, double shot.

Mind is racing,

Feet are dragging.


Doze.


Purple bags,

Deep, dark, dull.

Crescent companion,

Twilight review.


Craze.


Deafening silence

Tick, tick, tick.

Pay attention,

Fingers aching.


Done.
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