i gather my things as fast as i can
the drums start to ring out across the field
i panic, asking if anything needs done
the drums pick up their pace
i quickly grab auxiliary instruments and put them in their respective places
the drums are getting closer
i try to maintain my composure but my friend signals with her eyes
the drums are louder than they were
i 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 mute
i manage a quiet hello
the drums are deafening
he 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 thoughts
he leaves
the drums stop
my erratic breath, syncopated with the beat of my heart, nearly stops
i 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.
