A perpetual buzz
hummed from the far corner of my quarters
while I laid upon my mattress, lumpy and cold.
Oh when would it
cease?
There serenely sat darkness,
yet a sliver of piercing light crept,
peering through the window,
seeping under the door,
slithering throughout the room
in the otherwise
colorless night.
And still the
Buzz
illuminated all, when all that was ever wanted
was Dark.
I stared up at the ceiling from my nightly throne
Exhausted
from the day’s toils, unable to catch even a glimpse
of
Ever. Evasive. Sleep.
The sounds of the night seemed to
Shudder…
Shake…
Shift…
Churn…
Like the thoughts in my head.
Relentless.
Finally,
in the lobby of my lobes,
exhaustion built,
buzzing like a factory of countless bees,
(or perhaps sheep)
until at last
it was full and the noise faded–
James Bowie High Shool
11