Final Exam Diaries

Final Exam Diaries

the fluorescent lights burn

as i struggle to draw my eyes towards the endless vocabulary

i fail.

now i am here writing a poem

out of boredom and desperation

trying to find a sensation

superior than that of studying for a final exam

the pencil is beginning to indent my hands

and still 85% of this material i can't understand

so i sit typing

and wiping false statistics upon a poem

grasping onto a few rhymes

hoping i won't go ballistic and thrust my computer 

against the sterile library wall

and whisk myself away to the inner halls

of my mind where i can find

some salvation or at least a mirage of some chocolate

i need coffee

i love coffee

as long as it doesn't taste like itself

i need to sugarcoat things

drape my world in diamond rings

staple golden wings 

onto the ordinary

because the ordinary is going stale

just like the sandwich beside me

can someone hide me in a cavern

free of examinations and spanish?

because my current educational fuel has left me famished.