Chapter 13 of 33

Pressure

Poems Of Elegance48 words~1 min read

Standing in front of a crowd,

Reading out loud,

Feeling the pressure,

Building up to boiling point.

The pressure,

Of a thousand eyes,

Feeling like a thousand needles,

Pointed straight at me.

Feeling the heat,

As sweat drips down,

My clothes clinging to me,

Like a second skin.

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