Drowning
Drowning
in floods of assignments and papers and grades and
Sleepless nights
make me tear my hair out and blink too much and rub my eyes and
Cry
for help and for God and for luck and
Mom,
I’m screaming and grasping and reaching and
Drowning.
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This poem is about:
Me