POETRY: “Stress”

By Diana Sanchez 

By the end of the day

I’m tired

I

 just

      want to

                  go home.

 

Go home and sleep,

that’s what I need—

rest.

 

My eyes carry these heavy, dark bags

that won’t ever go away.

Everything will come back again.

There is no change in my schedule,

it’s on repeat like a depressed Spotify playlist.

 

They are signs of my stress and anxiety

A sign that I need a break

 

But I can’t, 

I can’t rest,

I can’t sleep

 

I have

an English paper due tomorrow

a science project that I need to present in front of my class,

a history exam on World War I,

and a math test I need to study for

 

I’m drowning in a river of work,

A bottomless pit.

 

My head’s polluted with unnecessary knowledge.

 

My day doesn’t end when that bell rings, 

I wish it did.

When it rings,

it’s a small break while I’m going home

Then work for the next five hours 

If I’m lucky I’ll get a few hours of sleep.

 

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