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Blood pounds through my vains,

I can't feel my feet.

His voice echos on these walls,

His tempo not missing a beat.

I've done what I can do,

I've said what needs said.

Now I'm in an empty room,

Afraid of what's ahead.

Tears start to slow,

For the hundredth time today.

And for the first time in my life,

I bow my head and pray.

I'm not sure who I'm talking to,

Or even what to ask.

If asking means anything at all,

When not referring to the task.

The voice I'm hearing quiets,

But these doors are hollow.

With new found strength,

It's only fear I swallow.

Reviews

[Jack Kennedy]

Veins should be in the first line there.
This is a great work here and very well done. I love the ending.
7.9