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.
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 11:01 PM UTC
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