I have been hearing numerous stories of students who have fallen foul to the drink, drugs, or even sex, and influenced by my blog group's photo comic, I have decided to "practice" what I have learned in English 1, and scribbled a modernist piece, influenced by a renowned DH Lawrence poem.
"When will the bell ring, and end this weariness"...
... The stupor he felt upon realising his freedom, gave rise to a higher stupor of alcohol-induced excitement. The powdery delights proved to quench his recreational thirst, as he thought of himself as being beyond the simplicities of life. The more he indulged in his newly-found ways, the more he convinced his folks on how well he was doing, and the greater delight he found in his abusive tendancies.
Frail-looking and pimpled, purple rings surrounding his falling eyes, the delights of his deeds were taking their toll. [It's amazing how one realises the consequences of their actions, after partaking in that action]. The glow in his eyes, apparent after initially seeing his delightful treasure of indulgences, was replaced by polluted tears of disgust, tears which released the strength in him, which was over-powered by the delights of evil.
He finds himself powerless over the evils of his adopted delights, and despite help being around him, his mind refuses to acknowledge this. Resigned, depressed, and desperate, his deteriorating self asks, "When will the bell ring, and end this weariness".
Mpondz
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