Faceless demons walk up the aisle
The air conditioner monster spews out liquid ice with a smile
Next to the cold unforgiving 2x3 desk in classroom 104
I feel my soul slip away and scurry to the door
I see the shadows of fallen angles rest above the projector screen
Last night’s party has left my mind exhaustedly whipped clean
Their greedy claws and black eyes swallow the happiness that I once felt
Mid-terms, and the cards have already been dealt.
As I haphazardly shuffle through the test to find familiar material
The words bounce off the page and ricochet around the walls like Kik’s Cereal
I am completely utterly and desperately unprepared
My mind becomes a useless trap with no information snared
My fingers start to sweat as I hear whispers of my sanity pleading for forgiveness
There is no way this shit was in the syllabus
I scramble to make sense of the calligraphy that has been placed in front of me
My hands no longer work and my mind has shipped off to sea.
I jot down random misconstrued ideas in the margins of the pages
Blank thoughts engulf my consciousness in brutal stages
There is neither hope nor pity for the unprepared
There hasn’t been a better time for god to answer my prayers
Or a white knight to gallantly rescue this damsel in distress
Chivalrously capture this confined child’s pain and stress
Raging wars with my inner adjournment, unfortunately losing battles
There is no salvation; God no longer resides in this castle.
As hope gently fades away like summer winds
And the thoughts of failure become my friends
The knowledge I once knew miraculously begins to flow like streams
I feel enlightened; I hope this isn’t a dream
I am doing it! I am going to pass this test!
I close my eyes and I hold my breathe
I strut down the aisle and like a tree I stand tall
In the end God hadn’t forsaken me after all