(Written after a few supervision bouts in the examination halls)
Under my scrutiny I notice:
Eyes doing a 360 in their sockets
Gazes at the freedom beyond the grey door
Sights set on the trees outside,
as their papers remain blank
A face intently dramatic with exam fever
despite the fact that the face will be visible again
the next time the exam happens
The wandering eye continues to wander
And the women fall under its scrutiny
A pair of eyes that cannot be even bothered to acknowledge
the supervisor
while another attempts to steal a gaze at the nearest answer
sheet
A myriad eyes that focus intently on the desk
as they attempt to write their futures. 