Nick of Time (Poetry Freestyle)

I close my eyes to concentrate–
to recollect the words;
the patterns that can slow my breathing.
Beads of sweat trickle
from my temple to my chin.
Does anything have more meaning
…than this?
I fight the urge to use my right hand–
to immerse myself in the habit
of twirling my hair.
I bite my bottom lip
but don’t taste my own blood.
Can anything be more nerve wrecking
…than this?
I slide my bum from the padded stool:
to accept the massive stain
of failure once again.
I walk into someone’s chest,
and my heart’s wildly beating.
He’s here in the nick of time!
Nothing will ever be better…than this.

Poet, short story writer, and aspiring novelist. This blog details my writing journey and everything in between: supporting other writers, doing a feature column and serving as editor-in-chief for All Authors Magazine Online.

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