Monsoon Season

I see it now

Looming in the near distance

A dark cloud

Raining down caffeine

Late night snacks

And dark circles.

I’ve seen it drench my friends

Seen their struggles and tears

Of sleep deprivation.

Now it’s coming for me.

In this hellhole of sensory overload

Where blissful, peaceful

Silence

Rises with the moon,

Where the sun’s harsh rays

Blind me to productivity.


I can do this.

I have to do this.

I have to drink the poison of the storm cloud

I have to howl at every passing moon.

If I don’t

I risk getting washed off to sea

Forever unable to return to shore.


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