The sound of silence pounding in my head, numbers revolve but formulars envade my head like solders of love. An idea comes but answers are not there, the pressure starts to build but are word comes "30minutes left" she says. owww my feet starts to shack, swet starts to show, My head is high like are bird flying without wings. will the pressure stop when the world turns around cause shes standing, right next to me saying "times up". My future is gone 3hours of pain and sorrow. seating in an maths exam.
writing my maths exam was an experience in my life and I had to share my experience through my poems