Exposed
Exposed
His status unfolds, stomach churning
Feels so cold, sweat on brow
Find a way out, being cautious
Only way he knows how
Can’t jump head first
There’s no free answers
Cutting new ground
Take a new risk, go for the gold
The clock stops, heads turn
His breath is held
The final moment comes…
Copyright © Nick Faber | Year Posted 2011
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