The Horrific Crowd

here by choice
not forced, nor coerced
within a blustery forest of trees

in a lingering corner
in overstated repose
in self-doubt’s deep end

a sheen on my skin
withered, parched taste
widened, darting eyes

what am I to say?
what am I to contribute
to the room’s general knowledge

I am of, have worth
talk to me, see me
my ego begs, wants

my heart races
my thoughts flee
the volume swells
the room breathes
I asphyxiate…

…and leave

© 2013 by DC Lessoway

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