Lament

I wrote this like two years ago, I'm pretty sure it's been posted somewhere online before, but with my return to LCC Spring semester some of my little dylexia anxieties are attempting to rear thier ugly little heads again, and therefore this bore repeating, hope you enjoy!



Lament


My eyes blur when I look at the page
against these scratched lines before me I rage.
I wish desperately I could just shrink away,
as I fight back a sob, struggling to obey.
Cool commands couched in emotionless words.
I prod my skull when no answers stirred.
Carefully crafted they demand a solution.
I begged and pleaded, prayed for absolution.
Still nothing came but fresh frustration,
as I fervently longed for one more demonstration.
Why do these things just make no sense to me?
Why when I do this cannot I simply see?
Whats the use? I wonder in dismal despair.
Everyone knows the world’s terribly unfair.
I can’t seem to get it no matter how hard I try.
I breakdown and flee the room, finally to cry.
I sob into my pillow a hollow ache in my chest.
Why am I so lost even when doing my best?
It wounds me so to look failure full in the face.
I feel miles behind at the very start of the race.
I believe wholly that two plus two is four.
I can do long division, but think it a bore.
I really do know fourteen times two is twenty eight.
Simple math I can see has a use, and appreciate.
Still for someone most consider reasonably bright.
With X’s, fractions and negative numbers I fight.
For all things mathmatic I’m utterly disdainful
‘cause doing math homework is particularly painful.
I’ll wring Archemdes neck if we meet in the next life
and argue advanced math’s worth for a life time of strife.
I’ll have fighting words for Pathagorous you can bet.
And soon as the terms over all math I’ll try to forget!