Poem for Semester Crunch Time

by Peter

I must do. I shall do.

I shall do. I can do.

I can do. I must do.

I cannot. I may not. I must do.


And so I, straining, strive,

Pursued by what is ahead,

Fearing future fear,

By the past exhausted, gasping

To that from which by which

I am, throbbing, propelled.

Pushed by the pull,

I, panicked, careen

Toward my fears’ fulfillment.


What was, was.

What is, is.

What will be, will be.

So all things are.

Be still, my heart and learn that stranger language,