The Test - Poem by Jeff Hughes
Pressures mount, brows distort,
Anxious hands tremble, and it's an hour before.
Lips utter sacraments as eyes wander desperate,
Faces hidden in hands, hopes begin to fall,
Nervousness hangs thick, mouths go dry,
Palms become wet, and breath becomes short.
Upon this moment's fate, their lives will hinge,
Empty minds on a knowledge binge.
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