Test Time
The hour has arrived…
If this is a test?
I probably already failed
My palms perspire
As butterflies glide in uneasy surroundings
Answers evade me
I think about the questions
But the A, B, C, and D selections
Leave me in tatters…
So I erase…
Till my smudges appear
In grey and black marks
Covering the formerly unblemished paper
In colors that are a stark contrast to white
I waited for the passage of day
To study at night
But the material I locked away
Was far from memorized
Now all I have is my desire
To get the answers right
Love always, Esha ❤
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