The crash of pencils dropping
The popping of pens’ metallic clacking
Paper cuts from self inquiry
Training for that moment
When it’s all vital
Eyes descending,
Bags full of stress,
Gloomy Purple lids of cramming,
Trying to learn everything,
For the tests of tests
Questions lacking remark,
Circles left hollow and vacant,
Clocks tik’in, nerves tok’in,
The emotions of those final feelings,
Let’s take a break;
And know a poem;
And appreciate a song;
And savor a movie;
And snag a few well wanted lingered winks;
To rid, of those gloomy purple bags, of stress.