Going First

Sun, 03/03/2019 - 15:33 -- korpe

Going first.

So easy it might seem.

It starts feeling like a dream.

It's rattling me from within. 

How bad can it be?

Like the calm mellow sea.

Everyone is looking at me.

I feel anxiety.

It doesn't matter to me.

It's time to be.

The one people look to see. 

Like a moment of time.

Has been erased from me.

What people see.

I cannot see.

I feel as if it was just a dream.

Even if I wasn't what people looked to see.

It doesn't matter to me.

I feel accomplished within me.

That's all that matters to me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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