Post by John Barnett on Apr 13, 2004 18:58:09 GMT -5
He sat quietly,
not making a single sound,
afraid to move a muscle,
thinking he might be noticed.
His gasps for breath increase,
his heart pounding like a bass drum,
not making eye contact with anyone.
Anxiety has won yet another battle,
as he succumbs to the silence.
not making a single sound,
afraid to move a muscle,
thinking he might be noticed.
His gasps for breath increase,
his heart pounding like a bass drum,
not making eye contact with anyone.
Anxiety has won yet another battle,
as he succumbs to the silence.
