I apologize for this abrupt latent period (not like I really need to apologize) but in the midst of cramping academic whatnot into that endless void of yours, here's a poem I wrote while waiting for the bus and refined it in well, the toilet (blame inspiration if you will). Either way, let your eyes take lead and hopefully, this will be sufficient to keep you entertained for another week or so. Rest assured, once the CTs are a thing of the past, the latency will too go.

Disclaimer: This poem speaks of how the heart is the bane of the narrator, dispelling repulsive emotions even in times of utter distress. This is a tale of how love keeps fear and suffering at bay, for even if it means painstaking efforts, one will not simply ignore the callings of his heart.

I call this one:


Dread and gone.


I dread the cold.
It reminds me of absolute,
nothingness
Not even you.
To shudder as the shards
of pain, groaning in rain, passed
away and to stay.