Doom Making It's Way. Poem by Raabia Tabassum

I can feel terror.
I can feel doom making it's way.
In a few hours it will be time.
Though it's long but we all know,
Time passes..It flies.
I don't think I remember.
A single word I just learnt,
Though I revised every single word
but my tomorrow my mind be blank.
I know that.. I will be staring
The answer sheet white,
the question paper filled with
Some black insects I don't know.
I know I will. I forget things.
Things which carry marks.
I give no importance to this,
It will never help me.
The name of the designer of Garden City,
nor the hectic maths formula's
Never.. It's never gonna.
Everything will be waste.
I can feel doom... Doom in hours,
With desperation down.
I should have learnt something,
'cause doom is making it's way.