POETRY
HUANG, 2017
It’s late at night, ‘got work to do Yet I find it hard to care There’s little life outside these walls Unless you count the black and grey The clock is ticking, tick, tick-tock Yet all I do is sigh So much to do, so little time So little care, no hope at all I’m burning out, like one old candle, Oh god, please give me life again! But wait… she’s typing something one more time So there might be hope at last! Except it’s just a lonely message saying, “can’t help, so sorry, bye.” GAH!!!!! I close my eyes, and shut them tight While the clock goes, tick, tick-tock And you must think I want some pity No, I only want to feel The clock is ticking faster My heart is pounding faster The world is spinning ‘round and ‘round ‘Till I just slowly sink and fall
No, I only
Why do you sit here, crying? 12:01… Not much done, nothing at all actually All that’s on my mind is her. Who? I don’t even know There’s emptiness, there’s void, but at the very end of it all? A yearning for connection
want to feel THE LONGING 13|The penchant||MAY 2020
by michael bazarov
