dear apush,

i can stare at this book until it gathers dust
yet doing nothing changes nothing
i retain nothing.

beat, grate
into my head
frustration, pressure
on my back
all the time
on my mind
in my skull
the task remains
bouncing, jolting
upon each crevice of my psycho to-do list

distract myself
pouring one cup of coffee after the other
i slink further into the night
staring at this monotonous print
in this redundant textbook

the nightly sting of fatigue returns
it never leaves
never sleeps
my future never sleeps
while my past rests in a coma,
laughing at my furrowed brow

the past grows
the future recedes
each second
a second gone

gone
gone
gone

each second passes
and my loathing for AP U.S. History grows.
dear AP U.S. History,
i hate you :)
sincerely,
victim of procrastination.

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