Curtains Of Pain
Sitting at my desk, was waiting to begin,
Answering questions which left my head in a spin.
Exams in high school were never fun,
But I took a special disliking to this one.
For I had to sit right at the front,
Near Nicola – What was to be her next hurtful stunt?
A while into the exam was when it started,
Nicola knew how to leave me broken – hearted.
She was staring at me,
Talking about me, but when I looked round;
To my surprise at what I found...
She hid herself behind a curtain. Didn’t make a sound.
The curtain was black, much like the pain inside,
Hiding from me. What could that have implied?
Did she really hate me that much?
Or was it for effect?
I couldn’t concentrate on my work,
Most answers I did forget.
As hard as it was; I carried on.
On that summers day, the sun shon.
Like groundhog day, she did it again,
The pain grew, like a whip of a cane.
I’m sure for her – it was lashings of good fun,
If this was a fight...
She had well and truly won.
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