At University

Why are things so black and white? as I lie awake at night, 

wondering 

Whatʼs their ministry?

This magpie-riddled territory

is blinding me

I cannot see 

A bunch of names upon the wall 

a faceless throng of ʻbeckʼ and ʻcallʼ 

I wonder what will come of me this night, 

at University? 

Will I crash and burn under adversity? 

or rise above this adverse city? 

Who will hold the fateful key,

to stall my burning anguish? 

Me.

As I sit astride the radiator warming my diminished soul 

My feet are cold like steel My hands are tied, I cannot feel.

I wonder what will come of me, this night at University?