Death at University
I wanted to thrive there, but I found myself practically dying there
To make room for the facts, equations, theories, and other philosophies
Of other people with too much of an itch for their topic.
My itch has stopped itching. It is "relieved" even if it pains me to refer to the "relief"
Because I had wanted that itch to stay. It was a source of pride and jubilee
When most of life was not.
This poem is about:
Me