Finals Poem by Safiyyah Manjra

So it begins,
The mad rush we all try to refrain.
From the beginning I ask myself what is there to attain?
The knowledge which I try to instill in my brain.
Keeps haunting me in vain.
Why are these deadlines just there to claim?
It defeats the purpose of my initial aim.
So it goes.

We fight with our inner selves.
Making better of what's already there.
Trying to cope without the memory of fear.
With the constant voices in our head which we constantly hear.
Ever so crystal clear.
Regret has a stinky stare.
Which results due to time not used in care.
Leave an emotional distress.

It shouldn't be forgotten,
In the end we can surely say,
It was worth it in some way.
Whether it is scattered pages left at fray.
With ink which we pay.
Leaving marks which will permanently stay.
Made with hours at play.
So we hasten.

So have everything,
Begin with the decreed,
To succeed,
Grasp all the future dreams which you freed.
It begins by planting the new seed.
It is time for the hands to be dirtied.
Know you will leave with at least something.