December 12, 2012

Written on December 12, 2012. I had just found out that I had failed a class required for graduation. It was also the first time I had failed a class.

Turn on your ringer, leave your computer on,
Crawl into bed and cry like a helpless child.
Defeat is imminent.
December 12, 2012;
The end is near
If not already here.

All is lost.
Why am I still here
Amongst the geniuses and overachievers?
Their world is so very far from mine.
All of that is left to die.
All illusions of intelligence or maturity
Are stripped away,
Thrown on the ground;
The final strips of protective clothing.

If I cry I am a fragile emotional basket case
And if I am thick-skinned I don’t care.
Why couldn’t I have passed the course?

I want to drown in a pile of pitiful poetry
About failed courses, broken dreams,
Diplomas snatched away from pleading hands,
And never see this cruel world again.

Author's Note

Written on December 12, 2012. I had just found out that I had failed a class required for graduation. It was also the first time I had failed a class. Being a very emotional person, I cried almost the entire day. This poem refers to and foreshadows the oncoming "apocalypse." I find 12/12/12 quite uncanny and I think it would have been a better date for the "end-of-the-world."

Reviews

[icelandicblue]

Oh I am sorry Naomi. The poem accurately captures the heaviness of depression. Situational depression, I hope, is temporary and that you pass the class and graduate. Congratulation on your winning poem.

[Naomi Bloom]

Thank you! Yeah, the sadness passed. I ended up graduating but it was definitely a close call.