January 15, 2009
The street light rained into my room through the windowpane
Enlightened was the room as the heaven blue wall was exposed
News reporters faintly explaining the market’s losses and gains,
And the curtains surge up and down in puffs

“Have I done my homework well enough, is it improvable?”
School related thoughts had infected my mind, before sleep could arrive
Overwrought thoughts mucked about Wednesday’s test, “Is it attainable?”
It struck to me that I hadn’t studied but I had to thrive

It wasn’t a tip-top reverie as it was linked with my fear
I had culminated the first page a culpable escapee
The next page’s ingredients seemed unfamiliarly severe
With my hands embraced I helplessly issued a plea

At 1:47 AM, Tuesday, September 21st, 1999 a lethal quake awakes
Two thousand killed, four thousand hurt and four hundred thousand homeless.

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9212 said...
Feb. 16, 2009 at 6:10 pm
Proud of you, mesh.
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