Poetry Blogs (inspiring poems)
poemagraphic on Smoke and Mirrors (A Letter to Section Twenty Eight) (4 hours ago)
Sitting in the exam hall,
mind bogged ;
with ratios, equations and curves,
I looked around in agony
to find a reason to continue,
just in time,
to find the invigilator roaming nearby,
carrying a stack of paper, with one hand.
I looked at him to find traces of,
misery, anger and hopelessness.
a kind, encouraging smile
is what I got.
Which alone was enough
Thursday 23rd May 2019 4:54 pm