frightened, sweaty, and clashing upon my knees.
i stare at the bright lights, gulping and gripping the mic.
over and over i think ill do alright.
i open my mouth to the open beat.
i sing out words and smile.
i look confedent and sure..
but inside i have an urge to over come this fear this complicating emotion that stage fright i have bundled and stored away..
(to be continued)
1 comment:
hey,
wow this poem is awesome, i liked the part where i was on stage and knowing what i was doing but yea i like that part in the poem man it was awesome reading these poems and write more and keep going with them.
From,
Grace "Bunna"
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