Under Pressure

• Shintaro Katon, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2018

The smell of the room unknown,
As your nose needs to be blown.
White noise from the aircond,
Makes you concentrate as if reading the most climactic part of a book.
You struggle to seize ideas from your mind,
You’ re anxious teachers are staring at a black page from behind.
The fast finishers have completed their task,
You haven’t and now the pressure is on.
However, the noise of people typing adds the feeling of satisfaction,
And if you listen and hear more closely, you are certain to find some more action.