Make it stop
the wobbling of my legs
the quivering of my fingers
the hair rising on my arms
the panic crawling up my spine
the restlessness pounding in my chest
the fear of failure breathing down my neck
the salty streams flowing down my cheeks
the stress whispering in my ears
the devious voices deep in my head
make it stop.
YOU ARE READING
Midnight Garden of Words
PoetryIn a world surrounded by darkness lies a wondrous place where all it takes is one look a few steps before you're lost dancing under the twenty-six stars known as letters shining bright over the midnight garden of words.
