Panic Attack or a Thunderstorm?

February 11, 2011
By Fathead SILVER, Cleveland Hts, Ohio
Fathead SILVER, Cleveland Hts, Ohio
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Favorite Quote:
Though this be madness there is method to it.
Like birds of a feather we flock together.

Someone’s talking,

Or is it the wind blowing?

I hear clapping,

Or little droplets of rain?

My heart beats faster,

Or doors and windows close.

A monotone voice is talking,

Or a steady beat of rain.

A rhythm is found in the words,

Or puddles pool in the streets.

Name after name is called,

Or children run inside to safety.

My name, my turn,

Or the first strike of lightening.

My seemingly confident steps to the microphone,

Or the first rumbles of thunder.

My words, my thoughts, my moment to shine,

Or the heavens displaying their power.

I walk to my seat at the sound of cheers,

Or GOD’s laughter at my pathetic fear.

The author's comments:
I used to and still have really bad stage fright.

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