They put twenty of us in a room together
Told us rules we already knew
Our moods all matched the gloomy weather
It was nervousness, dread, through and throughI could practically see the emotions
Coming off of each person in waves
Dark, thick, roiling oceans
To the rules of the game, we were slavesThey prepared us as much as they possibly could
We can only hope it's enough
We don't have as much practice as likely we should
Our way through this maze will be roughHere it is, now it's time, "Are you ready? Begin"
We know "ready" will never be true
In this race, it doesn't matter who's first to the end
All that matters is that we get throughWe'll have no help, no outside aid
This is our task to complete
Through swamps of despair we'll have to wade
And between ourselves, have to competeWe don't know it yet, but we're being judged
More harshly than maybe we think
If too many lines are broken or smudged
We may, in the end, start to sinkThis battle game of unfair laws
Will put us to the test
Only the first, the best of all
In the end, will be able to restSo now, I'll try, I won't give up
I'll win this wicked game
Maybe one day, with a lot of luck
The world will know my name___________________________________
This was a random thing I wrote after I finished one of my SOLs. It started out as sort of a metaphor for SOL testing, I guess? I don't think that's what the end is about though. Not sure.
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Dangerous Mind
PoesíaMy dark thoughts in the form of poems and short stories. Possible trigger warning, sorry. Current cover by @EveThePoet. Thanks :)