FEELING FORSAKEN

A student tells me
sleep walking
the college library corridors
how she even consults tellers
of fortunes outside the ivy walls
watching her pocket mirror
fall into pieces
having been tricked
into blind dates
or waiting for opportunities
which never arise
or being tortured
by endless questions
in her tutored study sessions
or she waits up
for her cellphone replies
from those who drop her
name into a hat
which never fits her head
giving out pat answers
to her in class, instead
who tease and bully her
with opprobrium
and tidbits of lies,
now she is at the shrink
hoping to think
better of herself
and expects
nothing as the bar
of justice which locks her out
as she drinks hemlock
with the latest lout
true to form
who only wants her body
not her thought
she later stands
on out on the roof and falls
by the dorm window and shouts
for a change of heart
but she is caught.