The clock is racing to the beat of my
pulse
I stand up here in my trapeze outfit
as my head swoons
I dont feel good but they dont see that
for I am here to entertain them
I fly in the air like a beautiful bird
being careful not to fall
I take a deep breath
The crowd is roaring but the silence
in my head wont go away
It screeches loud
its deafening
My hands in the air
I am like a ballerina
the way I do what I do
I make my first move
I go flying
where is my partner
I dont know
catch me
Catch me
dont let me fall
I fly in the air but I dont know
where the hands are
that are suppose to help me
I release that breath and except
the fact
this is the end of me
all eyes will watch as I
fall
fall
fall
but they love me
I am the best
for if I end myself
they will think its
part of the act
they will stand and
applaud me
cheering
clapping
whistling
yell to the air
encore
encore
but they dont know
they will never know
that my head was
swooning
my hands were quickly
shaking
my heart
my heart
was hurting with every single
move
My last move was
beautiful
but I dont feel good
but I dont feel good
And yet they cheer
on the ground
the body lies down
unmoved
and yet they cheer
encore
encore

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In My Heart: Poetry Book
Novela JuvenilThis is just some poetry that I have written over the years. I hope you like them. comment and vote if you want no pressure haha.