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THE TEST

I sit

Shivering with anxiety

Cowed by thoughts of failure

And sweating hot blood from lack of preparation

 

I sit

Turned into a stretching peeping giraffe

Stretching and peeping in trial of my luck

To see if there is an angelic paper with all the inscriptions I need

 

I sit

Perspiration turned into desperation

Desperation forming tears in my eyes

Threatening to let all see that my brain is blank

 

I sit

Now dreading the travels of the time

Wishing something could intercept it on its way

But no, it goes with such majesty that my thoughts are shamed

 

I sit

Clutching my pen

Clutching my paper

Hoping and praying in vain until the elite security shouts “STOP WORK”

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.

 

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By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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