Pending Review

The laptop hums, a low, soft drone.

My inbox glows, one message new.

Subject line, all caps, a stone:

'YOUR RESULTS ARE PENDING REVIEW.'

The cursor blinks, a steady beat,

no download button, just a wait.

My stomach twists, a cold defeat,

trapped by this silent, digital gate.

The clock on the wall, its hands don't move.

The air hangs thick, a heavy sheet.

Just this screen, nothing to prove.

Just waiting, cold, from head to feet.