It is my time,
the stage is free and expecting,
my moment is now,
words so carefully prepared, most respected and known blindly,
are now gone as my mind goes blank.
Air escapes my lungs,
forcing me to fight for breath,
I’m lost inside myself,
fear consumes my form aggressively, vesting me in a fight so brief,
until I choke, then the moment is gone.
This poem is featured in my book Hopeful Dreams and Damaged Nightmares
Hi Paul Thank you for having me on your e mail lists, your poems are truly amazing, wow Choke had such impact, I went so cold and goosebumps all over, thats when you know WOW. Claire x
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Thank you so much, Claire for your kind words.
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