Today.
A day with purpose.
I'm tense...
Today I'm nervous.
One hour
Holds all my destiny
& My words today
Form that which will be.
I think.
Thoughts rushed in chaotic frenzy
I blink.
My plams are cold and sweaty
I see you...
My heart stops – it skips a beat
Fear consumes me
This fire burns in me
I'm suffering in the heat
Questions
Awful questions
I wonder to no avail...
Thinking about this fateful day
I tremble,
I shake,
I pale!
-- Author's Note --
This is an overdramaticised poem about my final exams, lol.
JE LEEST
Disillusioned: Poetry Collection
PoetryA smattering of my poetry, old and new. Be warned, they're dark, raw, real, emotional, spiritual, biased, prejudiced, horrid, and most of all disillusioned. Enter if you dare. Copyright © 2014 by Joy Cronjé All rights reserved. No part of this book...
