The Exact Surrender to a Teacher
My hearts pounding,
Armpits sweating,
Altogether dreading,
The incoming test.
The test deciding…
one by one
Whose better or whose best?
Why me?
Why now?
Why… anyhow?
The time is near!
The test is here!
My impending doom is clear.
It seems to appear,
I am hardly anywhere near
to passing that test.
Much less,
Beating the rest.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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