I stand in front of the crowd,
My poem clutched in the hands of my mind,
I take a deep breath, the crowd still quite loud,
I clear my throat my poem on the edge of my mind,
Waiting to be set free,
To escape its prison through my mouth.

The crowd quiets down,
All eyes are directed towards me,
I lean towards the mic,
My poem now jumping with excitement,
Ready for its freedom.

I speak the first line,
My poem flowing over the crowd like waves of gold,
I continue,
The effect only grows,
The crowd is now swaying to the rhythm,
Entranced by its beauty.

My poem is now singing its beautiful high notes,
And releasing waves of sadness through its low notes,
Everything is going perfectly,
The judges are awed by my poem,
They feel each and every note as if they were in my poem.

I am nearing the end of my poem now,
The crowd still held by my poems’ effect,
Then it all shatters,
I come to the last stanza, my poem so ecstatic that it was bursting with power,
My mind goes blank,
My poem completely abandoning my mind mid line.

I freeze,
My legs turning to jelly,
My poem slipping from my grasp,
I grab desperately for anything,
Any shred of memory that could miraculously save my drowning poem,
None come to me,

The crowd looks at me confused,
As if they had just come out of a trance,
They whisper among themselves and that’s when I see it,
The faint line of my poem that had won over the crowd,
My poem soars over the crowd,
I watch it disappear into the night sky, powerless to retrieve it,

My poem is now gone, no longer held in the hands of my mind,
My poem abandoned me in the worst of times,
No longer locked in my mind I finish off my poem with the words,
This is the end of My Poem, it has flown off through the night sky into the heavens where it belongs.