Jitters

Morning dew

Sunlight rays through

The glass windows

Opening another day

 

Scorching heat

Another time to beat

Weary eyes

Skimming through crowd

 

Before the crown

Sets off again

Ask the train

A route to go

 

Where art thou

Fruits and juices

Of blood and sweat

Hard-earned survival

 

Lethal fate injects

Passed grades

Apart from stains

Of tears and dirt

 

Less than is not

What she settles for

Try second, strive first

Until she jitters.

 

 

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