Click, click, click
Go my shoes,
As I trudge slowly down the hall to my death;
I can feel the sweat beads roll off my face.
My skin heats up from the nervousness.
I get a headache from the tension.
Panic takes over me.
I take a deep breathe
And open the door with shaking hands.
I hear a bell ring.
Time for another Algebra test.

Like the twist? Anyway, this is my fifth poem (the third one I’ve written tonight). No matter how bad my poetry may be, I seem to be on a roll. Yet again, it is slightly based on a photo. It’s posted in my profile. Please be gentle with your reviews.