Unprepared by Raymond A. Foss
Panic fills my chest Angry that I didn’t find time That my life got in the way Ever present, tantalizing, taxing Balance a struggle, excess no shelter Assignments overwhelmed Gave me paralysis – frozen, antsy Body itches and burns Procrastination (even this poem) Other players making choices Struggling with inadequacies
Slow reading, too much yellow On the pages of the book Cryptic notes in the margin On the notebook sheets Insufficient to make up For missed reading Thoughts that won’t jell Arguments in shred Other task undone For fretting on this and that, Wanting sleep The quiet of the dark Another day To try to prepare For the next
October 21, 2001 21:39 (middle of 1st semester of law school after being out of school for 17 years)
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