Jeremy Bressler Poetry

My mind Illuminated like I’ve been infiltrated at night for I cannot
fight the thought, that I’ve been studying week after week for
this final, forty hours a week is not for the meek, as I seek to
become more then I am, where the test is in place, right in front of my face,
Under attack and blowing up my mind is the thought of, Lord have
mercy!, I’ve convinced myself that I don’t want a shelf life, not
worried about the date set to expire, for I’m going to be the one
to inspire,
As I set fire to the answer sheet, burning through the questions, my thoughts infected as answers spread like cancer,
Searching for the right one, I cannot beat the heat of the clock,
where all I hear is tick tock, tick tock, as the room is growing
dark,
I lose all fear as I bear the weight of the world on my shoulders,
my hands become clammy, sweat pouring down my face, my
mind in a race where my pen is keeping pace, the pressure is on to know right from wrong,
As I wipe the sweat from my brow, my frown turned upside down
as I grin from ear to ear, as I answer the last question without
hesitation, there is no reservation to turn the test in,
Where the pendulum has swung the other way, I have begun to
understand the significance of this test, as I walk through the
doors which others have passed through before, I want nothing
more than to know my final score.

Poet: Jeremy Bressler