As I sit and stare
Fear permeates the air
It's source unknown
No expression shown
Thumping of the heart
Self control, a lost art
Trembling within
Not knowing where to begin
No one to appease
Somebody's nerve to ease
Quiet outside
Waiting for the anxiety to subside
Just an average night
Nothing happening, much to my delight
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