The Bench

Where I live it is now winter and freezing cold. In the mornings before my classes I usually go to a bench, that I am quite fond of, and sit there and think about what life will be like in the next few years.

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The bench

Pondering on a bench
Over come with fears
bitter cold mornings
With frozen tears.

Is there nothing good
In me I wonder
while lost in a mess
Of the universe up yonder

The gravity of age inspired adulthood
Presses down on my insignificant adolescent frame
Where can I go to succeed
What should I do to acquire my self proclaimed fame?

Awakened by an alarming morning class bell
What happens next after schools hell?

Science! A joy beyond measure
But first thing in the morning
Not such a pleasure

English
Could be better
If we weren't writing
A Shakespearean letter

Math
The core of reality
But to my eyes
Only brings tragedy

Hospitality
Always nice
Except when you have 30 minutes
To prepare fish and Japanese styled rice

Physical education
Apparently for students' weekly rehabilitation
But no soul can exercise
With our new electronic fixations

Chemistry
Not much can be said
Except that it marked
My days end

Back to the bench of detrimental solace
Stuck once more in my impenetrable fortress

By Ethan Vetten

2017/05/18