Scary Situation

My pulse is racing, I feel faint, My heartbeat thunders in my ears, The sweat is trickling down my back, My mind is filled with dread and fears. I think my heart will surely stop, Too scared to move, my legs give out, I tremble, sense the coming doom, My mouth is dry, too hoarse to shout. Resigned, I start to pray and quake, For Mother bakes another cake… *my mum doesn’t really bake cakes, good or bad!! For Roy’s Poems to keep you awake at night contest, 1st June