Not Knowing Where To Begin
They lower their heads with a pitiful sigh.
Time has abandoned them.
Questioning looks, glazed over eyes.
Where was the preparation?
Damn teachers, they taught us nothing.
Never; I didn’t listen!
Wrong advice, sleep at night. Hmmm.
Do I even know this language?
What does it mean?
I have no voice!
I am trapped like those around me.
Starting to sweat!
I need air!
Just one word could help me!
But nothing!
I am alone!
I stare at the roof for musing.
The ticking!
The countdown!
The pressure is on!
Why is my brain not moving?
I start to fidget, drop my pen.
I hear a ruffled paper.
A sheltered whisper gets to my head,
thank God for distant saviours!
I’m on my way;
I hit the page,
my pen a speeding force.
I know what say,
I am on my way.
I can see the end.
I have a brain;
I’ve done the task,
God my teacher rocks.
But without a nudge,
I would be in the sludge,
and my exam would have been lost!
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