...no matter how good I am at a subject. But it isn't the exam that I'm ever truly worried about - it's the result that comes later that swarms my mind. Speaking of which, I have a maths exam in two days, hope you like the pun at the end of the poem.
A tidal rip wave surges towards me.
No escape. No time to prepare.
Wave upon wave of questions
hit my fragile shores. I wait
with my arms, hands, brain, sore
from tackling the wave.
I wait for the aftermath.
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