Friday, March 7, 2025

poem

 When You Least Expect It

It comes when you least expect it

The sun sets, lights go off, the stars dim

Everyone stares at the black chalkboard sky

Waiting for a teacher to scrawl the answers 

To a series of questions you’ve been asking 

Yourself since the first sleepless night it ever

Made you shudder in the dark. 

Everyone has their hands folded on their desks.

Yours are in your lap

Holding a pair of dusty erasers.


3/7/25

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