The Toll of Rest...

The air is heavy,
Tension apparent,
A room full of tired minds,
My eyes scan literature,
Set before me,
Decrypting what they can,
Fine silk lines,
Tying fates of written men,
Hidden by the genius
Of men long past,
Slowly fade before me,
Leaving frustration
In my grasp
The answers

And premonitions

Remain lost
In the inner expanses,
Retreating to the null void
Of origin and synthesis
As I wonder
What else
Has been wretched
From my fleeting grasp,
As my heart ponders
The weights of
High School life,
Trivial in scope,
Crushing nonetheless;
The mind grows nebulous,
My eyes grow weary,
As rest takes its toll