The tap of pen against desk
The constant parting of lips
As my breath meets the air
The beating of heart in chest
As the clock hand moves
And the test paper’s bare
Sums laid out before me
Might be Ancient Greek
For all I can tell
Should have studied, I think
I open my mouth and let my chest swell
To release a sigh that’s deep and
Filled with regret
Pen touches paper
I consider
I have half an hour yet.
Thought I'd try my hand at some poetry. I haven't written any in a while.
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