Between dusk and dawn lies sorrow
Thoughts facing back, no concern for the morrow
Yet dawn to dusk laced with endless terror
Staring faces, judging my every error
With day comes relentless fear
So out of place, why am I here?
No slumber comes to me at night
Lest I wrest myself from my rot’s delight
Like night and day, it does not cease
A cycle unbroken, there is no peace.
Mike Anderson is a Political Science and Employment Relations Student. Ask him about Psephology if you’re ever having difficulty sleeping.
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