i gather my things as fast as i can
the drums start to ring out across the fieldi panic, asking if anything needs done
the drums pick up their pacei quickly grab auxiliary instruments and put them in their respective places
the drums are getting closeri try to maintain my composure but my friend signals with her eyes
the drums are louder than they werei turn around and i can't make eye contact
the drums are as loud as they have ever been
the drums keep rolling and rolling until the sound of my own breath is mutei manage a quiet hello
the drums are deafeninghe tries to make conversation but i'm trying to hold back tears
the drums crescendo to an all time high i can't hear my own damn thoughtshe leaves
the drums stop
my erratic breath, syncopated with the beat of my heart, nearly stopsi leave hoping he doesn't see me
the drums have left the building
YOU ARE READING
living so far
Poesiathis small poetry series is kinda like a conscious stream of my mind and things happening in my life sometimes i beat myself up a lot but it's fine.