Only Seconds Left
Wanting to answer the question
placed in front of audiences.
Locked within my minds flow,
begging release only frozen.
Ticking time bomb blasts,
waiting in torturous moments.
Flared at instant emersions
of solid fanatic clicking.
Versatile memories planted,
losing grasp of identity’s quest.
Horrors pound paved fear
as the buzzer sound draws end.
Leaving me with crusted cream
covering my embarrassment once again...
Copyright © Cheryl Eldridge | Year Posted 2007
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