The morning light gleamed,
And my eyes feel to gaze,
The new orchids that were bloomed,
Their moves in wind shot the grace,
The things were all the same,
Each lay at the usual position.
The unusuality was within my frame,
Filled with fear and obstruction,
I had the scare for life,
My choice my career and so on,
I was a passed out school girl,
The future of mine stood at the edge of the knife.
I'm unsure of what is gone,
Or the things that's available,
This shattering dreams and scattering heart,
Could only brim up my eyes.
At times I cried with lungs puffed out,
And felt I could've caught more tries.
But my time was out,
I was with no whereabouts,
This fear strikes all,
But mine being very tall,
I tried to control this ecstasy,
At last, I couldn't! What a fantasy!
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This work was written in my days waiting for my entrance results and the choking fear of life took this much toll on me.
All faces this after their boards yet I went one step ahead to record it in this form. Happy reading, voting and commenting.
Share me your life incidents when you were kept waiting and that got you this mad, like me.
With love,
Yaris🔆