The Host

Like the Statue of Liberty, the library called,

“Give me your tired, give me your weary” 

A lighthouse, it gleamed in the distance.

It was a sanctuary, 

Their sanctuary,

Home to chairs that were 

Uncomfortable but they had stopped minding

Various Tupperware containers being opened 

Different cuisines fusing into one,

At the same time.

It was a good fusion.

Studying, they tried, eventually, the subjects would 

Merge into one, math and english and science, 

And so many others, the majors were endless,

At this point, though, they were one and all the same.

They tried to force themselves awake,

Taking breaks, they

Watched the football on the television,

But they had watched a hundred games like this one,

And it had yet to become different.

Besides, their mind had entered a dream-like state,

Half-asleep, they ate their dinner.

It was impersonal, cooked by someone they didn’t know,

Not to say it wasn’t good, 

Because it was, 

But they missed home, a little bit.

Eventually, they couldn’t resist the pull of gravity,

They laid their heads on their books

And their eyes begin to flutter

Still, they tried to keep awake, realizing that they had been tricked

The library was courteous, a gentleman,

It tiptoed around them 

Cast sparkling shadows from the sunset

Onto their faces,

And lulled them to sleep.

Aina

Hi there! My name is Aina and I'm a student at the University of Michigan. While I plan to major in Computer Science/Engineering, the arts have always been a huge passion of mine. I'll be contributing my poetry to arts, ink, which I couldn't be happier doing. I enjoy pretty much all realms of writing and often find myself writing poetry in the notes app on my phone (amongst shopping lists, to-do's, and passwords). I've lived in Michigan all my life and find it so cool how there's a whole different world in a place I've known. When I'm not writing poetry, you'll probably find me doodling away in the margins of my math notebook. I hope you enjoy all I have to contribute!

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Elmhurst
1 month 3 days ago

Watched the football on the television,
But they had watched a hundred games like this one,
And it had yet to become different.

love that part!