A PieCe Of My MinD

my a-levels A2 exam aka finals finally saw its last day a few days ago. surprisingly, i didnt feel happy nor relief but more anxious than i was before because i knew that i don’t have any more papers to redeem myself. its only a few days afterwards that i finally felt glad that it’s over because sitting for just 6 papers over a duration of 4 weeks is well, uh.. nerve-wrecking. u can’t chill or relax because u might feel guilty u didnt study n if u do study, u’d reach a certain point where ur just so full of it u wanna puke LOL (or at least, that’s wat a fren of mine said). anyway, i wrote another poem about the exam and well, uh… enjoy. it’s called "Odyssey"(as usual, no part of this poem may be reproduced in any way possible without the writer’s, that’s me, permission).

Odyssey

In a battle of mental state and intelligence,

Chokehold works its ways in utter diligence,

Nerves and anxiety coalesce, merging as one;

As I struggle to stay ahead in the long-awaited hunt.

My senses are dying out, alerted and numb,

I feel surges of shock scurry through my brain.

I struggle to pen with my fingers and thumb,

But time is merciless to allow all treasures gained.

The odyssey, a great journey of never ending,

Repeats itself like a heart beat, reverberating.

At the end of the tunnel lies a halo of victory;

The ultimate reward, a catch beyond glory.

hey it’s been a while, i’m going through so much at the moment especially my finals among other less significant issues. but there’s one that particular bothers me and i wrote a poem about how i feel about it… u might not understand what it actually means but if u do, thank u. it’s called Help Me… (as usual, no part of this poem may be reproduced in any way possible without the writer’s, that’s me, permission).

Help Me

Help me, I am lost not knowing where I stand.

Confusion becomes me; I try to comprehend.

How could mere words cause hurt of such?

Fault the damned conclusion into which I barged.

Help me to seek the origin of this distaste,

Or evidence how honesty a repulsive face?

A blazing flame does not burn very long;

Still it is elusive how I am in the wrong.

Help me to recover from this thorny malady,

Before it consumes me like a famished mystery.

Help me, I beseech thee, allow bygones be bygones.

Let the dawn be embraced, the night be forgone.