Etched

poem about experience with emotion

Standing and shaking 
Sun pouring through the tall windows 
The air is stale, waiting for something 
Every eye is focused on me 
Waiting for me to speak, to react, 
But I stand silently shaking. 

Everything I see is covered in glass 
Glass that reflects the light 
It's blinding 
My eyes are burning 
My lips taste like salt 
Will this moment be frozen forever? 

"Guilty" 

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