My Feverish Brow Poem by Margaret Alice Second

My Feverish Brow



Restless, angry with myself, doing stupid things
while waiting for the French exam, so excited to
write a real exam at last and what do I do with
this chance - grow tense and confused, cannot
concentrate to revise again, telling myself this is
bad behaviour does not help, feet freezing in the
icy air-con which cools my feverish brow, the long
wait leads to a tension headache and I wish that
I could calm down, wish I could feel better and
study with more self-confidence…


Wednesday 28 November 2012

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