University Woes Circa 80

of university schedules
subject loads, the rush to the room,
the rainy exits,
the crams for the finals,
horrors of the night recitations,
it was more of a nightmare
the professors only talk to themselves,
there was no eye contact possible
the people there are indifferent
the grouping rests only on their own class,
i was isolated
lonely and drunk
to my own poetry and the quest
for the best
literature

they keep rushing back at me
these university woes
perhaps i need another round of
lying down with freud and
jung.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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