• Scritch Scratch
    Scratch Scritch

    Rough lead beating against the paper.
    Forming curves and lines of logic
    Veins pulsing and fingers cramping
    A sigh and a lost hope.

    Soft whispers float around the room.
    The answer! The answer!
    It’s good as gold!
    Hold it close to your heart and
    Pour it out.
    Upon the blank sheet
    with so much potential.

    And with a slam and a scream
    The hope is lost forever.
    Tears escape hidden eyes.
    Will I ever pass this class?