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Rack my brains while timing trains
Feeling all of those little pains
Face suffocated with arduous dread
Head stuffed with feathers like lead.
Eyes unfocus, lets the mind stray
I silently begin to think and pray
"Let me know what to do, what to say,
If I get this wrong, there's be hell to pay."
Numbers running around my mind
Their pointed feet ever unkind
Throbbing, aching mind of confusion
Suffering under a false delusion.
Facade of understanding, weak
Pulsing pain lets knowledge leak
Sniffing and snuffling like a pig
Trying hopelessly at doing trig.
Formulae confuse once lucid thought
Arithmetic to be known not taught
Equations clogs the memory full
Brain shuts down, defeated, dull.
~ Wrote this on the 19th when I was trying to do my maths homework and had too great of a headache to get my thoughts around what the hell I was supposed to be doing. I hope the title doesn't offend but I think it suits the poem since its basic meaning is 'Maths is C***' ~
Give me a reason to love life
Prove to me happiness is real
Show me the undying light of hope
And I will cast away the darkness.