Musings

Stress ( Poetry Battle )

Sweat is beading across your forehead. As your hand quickly scrolls across the paper. Your hand is so damn sore that after every word you write, the pain gets worse.

You quickly glance at your hand, seeing that the side of it was beginning to form a sore that was a light shade of pink, shaped as a circle. And to top it off, the rest of your hand's side was smudged with lead from your pencil.

But a sore hand is the least of your worries. Time was the greater enemy. You always wondered why time wasn't ever on your side. While it always speeds up when getting enjoyment out of an activity, but have to wrap it up when the sky is a dark shade of blue. And the stars twinkle in the night sky.

But when you are taking your history lessons, time seems to slow down a bit, just to make your stay in the classroom a painful and boring one. But even in situations when writing a test, or have a last minute assignment, Father Time works against you.

Speaking of time, your eyes are suddenly glued to the clock, the the thought of having two more hours to finish your work became 15 whole minutes of panic. See what I mean? Time just likes to see us squirm and rush like ants in an ant farm.

The motion of your pencil is sped up. You had to be as quick as you can, like your life depends on it. School starts in five minutes. You sat there, burning through paragraphs, at the same time wishing that you had started to work on the assignment before hand.

More sweat runs down your cheeks. Your brain is trying to keep up with your hand, but is struggling. There was no time for redos and or error.

When you had finished writing the paper, you dropped the pencil on the desk without hesitation. It was done! Your breathing started to slow down. But not for too long of course. Now it was time for step 2.... actually handing it in!

10 minutes on the clock! You moved as fast as your legs could carry you. The rush of adrenaline that you once had 20 seconds ago had made an appearance for round two! More blood was being pumped through your veins as you saw school in the distance.

With your luck, the school door was unlocked today. Actually, now that you think about it, that may not be a good thing. But, your safety wasn't a concern on your mind at the moment!

You dashed through the halls like the flash. The air currents that you created, pushed aside the papers on the ground!

You suddenly see the metal door marked with a sign 'Room 2017' appear in the distance. A grin appeared on your face. " I'm going to make it!" Is the thought that replayed in your mind as you worked your legs harder than before! You then grasped onto the door knob and turned it. You burst into the classroom and slammed that sheet of paper onto your professor's desk. He gave you a blank stare, but you didn't care. You strut over to your desk and sat down.

You wiped those last beads of sweat off of your forehead with the back of your hand and felt a weight lifted off of your shoulders.

This is probably crappier than my opponent's poem ( CasuallyCollabing) on stress, but it was written to the best of my ability. I'm very curious about your thoughts and opinions on my little musing. Write them down in the comments below! Make sure to check out my other poems! And remember, don't be a ghost reader! 👻. Vote and favourite! -Kaylitas