The performanceA Poem by Monterord
Palms sweaty, the silent murmur of the crowd.
Everything shudders. I dont blackout, i can do this. Like a robot, elbows locked. I grab the stand, the mike itself feels like too much. I breathe once more. And let the smooth song flow from my lips. © 2012 Monterord |
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Added on January 31, 2012 Last Updated on January 31, 2012 |