Flip flap flip flap
Thats the sound from opening leaflets
Reading till the eyes starts to sweat
And the lamp starts to dim.
Inked stained hands
Sheets filled with jotted points
Colours to highlight sentences
All a studying scheme.
Tip tap tip tap
That’s what you hear when;
Remembrance is playing foggy tricks,
Jotted points now no longer forthcoming,
The brain and the mind now seem to be in conflict
Anxiety sewing its thread in the nervous cloth
Answers not responding to question put forth
Oh! Yes! an exclamation of realization
Is a memory of replies
Jugged out of the void of tension
A smile across the face
Is just a phase in the craze
Of exam play.
In this hall of set time,
Where all we are left with is a seat and a table
Provided in the name of comfortability.
Also a pen to ink through processed wood
To tatoo down justified words
Which we assume is the answer.
Prayers are said,
Books are read,
Limits have been pushed,
The natural has been conflicted,
All in the aim of disappointing
A question that questions
The confidence of intelligence.
The fear of failure,
Is the begining of stagnation
You will only fail
If you plan not to pass.
Will you fail?
P. S- comments and criticism are welcome