Erosion
Sleep steadily slips from my aching eyelids
desperate for one more hour of escape
of reflection
of processing the pounds of pressure I'm currently cracking
under waters,
rapids, and riptides hidden in the depths of a "simple request for information regarding your policy on...."
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An onslaught of memories of endless eye rolls and dramatic gasps
as students undertake the herculean task
of taking out a pencil
Undermine my tenuous love for my overcrowded classroom
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My passion dissolves within the reckless rapids of my
rushing to cross off one more obligation
before I again attempt to sink into weary oblivion
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Robert Quick
Your poetry is so strong. You should submit it to places and get paid for it!
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ElshaHawk LoA
Busy life. Maybe you need an assistant, or just plow through that list and get on with life ... or sleep. I like sleep. Life isn't always so busy.