i am actually praying for the morning to not arrive
the death knell sounds closer and louder
the shadow of the grim reaper clearer and sharper as its form becomes increasingly distinct.
so in a few hours it all begins
and i am still fretting over not getting anything done
while my poor brain inches closer to saturation point.
words dance aimlessly across the page
mocking my incoherence
and my imability to comprehend the message
since when has my brain failed me so?

i need to focus
compose myself and be calm.
we have all been through this entire drill before
the countless papers we have set for in halls with everyone frantically scribbling away as the air conditioner blasts overhead.
this shouldnt be a problem
but yet it is.