Exam

Rows of gravestones, as silent as the fox coming in for the
kill.
The air is thick, congested with despair.
Thousands of eyes mock me, as I search for a familiar name, but find
none.
Where am I, what am I doing here?
I silently plead with them, "help me!"
The names start to merge into one as my eyes fill up.
Despairingly, I take my last glance around the room.
There's a space, is it mine? Is it mine? Is it mine?
The wave of anxiety starts to fade as I finally sit down and begin to
write.