Nails chewed to the nub,
concentration lacking.
No more time, thats the rub,
study habits slacking.
Expected to perform,
in usual fashion.
It's insane in the dorm,
eyes sunken, skin ashen.
Sleep has been very rare,
worry is the watchword.
Nothing can quite compare,
to vision that is blurred.
Whats the word? Pass or fail?
just let me please exhale.
Author notes
Love you Tory.
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A contest entry
- Awaiting Results by Samcat.
1000 points, ended September 18, 2008, 5 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Wow, such a profound way of expressing the anxiety of having to wait for results. Last spring semester actually, one of my professors was terrible. I had taken the second corse test with out knowing what I made on the first. Thanks for sharing. UNT
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I love the pace of this one my friend, it gives the feel of a hurried and fantic pace, yet is swimming in perfect imagery, best of luck in the contest. This is a very fun read!
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Hello my friend it's good to see you again. Thank you for your kind comment.
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