I cannot breathe, let alone speak.


My body tingles as I wait for the final verdict.


The act that will decide everything.


And as I sit, bits of poems and thoughts from long ago


Flicker through my head.


I watch him, waiting.

A pin could have dropped

And shattered the world

Not that I would have noticed.


The lights are blinding.


I know that he cares

(or so everyone says)

But I cannot get to him

Inside his head.


The room begins to spin.


And then there was nothing

Nothing to say

Except for the words

The bubbled inside me.


The silence is deafening.

Is there a reson for me to be so afriad?

There is not. There is not.


I wish I could simply...know.

But nothing is that simple.

The End

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