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Unprepared
Thoughts muddled by filthy, wet feet,
Splashing through my brain’s brown puddles,
Fueled my frustration.
I ran quickly, but
Time was running away from me.
I studied on, even as midnight’s magic crept
Over my neighborhood.
Deceiving diagrams and dull descriptions
Hid the knowledge I sought
As lights flicked off across the street.
Now my eyes race across page one.
Sweat springs from my brow
And splatters on my test booklet.
I am hurtling through space,
A pilot without a parachute.
by Bryson Emmons
9th grade, Iolani School
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