Like Gulls on a windswept beach they cluster at the back of the room.
Steadily but surely they are deprived of their most valued possession.
One by one they walk to their allotted place,
Photograph , name and number.
Emotions clash within them , hopes of bright futures and dread of failure.
They sit and wait for what seems an eternity,
silently the paper slides from anonymous hands onto their desk.
You may begin !
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Author:
ceebee58 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Composed while sitting in an exam room at the start of an exam
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
A super first post - love the way it is written.
I remember those days - just.
Good write.
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