Let the lights dim.
Hope I don't miss my shot;
To become something better.
Nervousness.
The tension overwhelms me.
Let the lights brighten.
I look out upon the crowd:
Applauding, watching me deadly.
My time to shine
Has arrived.
I am hit!
The waves of fear washes over me,
But then it is gone.
Clouds begin to clear.
Lights bright.
I didn't miss my shot.
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Poems of the Dearest Soul
PoetryPoems of the Dearest Soul. Eccentric. Makes your heart melt. These Poems and short stories are all what you need during your off time. Romance. Suicide. Adventure. Realistic Fiction. Any genre known to man (or woman) Comment what other poem you wa...
