Brian Goddard


Nervous. - Poem by Brian Goddard

The sound of the drums,
To the beating of my heart,
The twiddling of my thumbs,
I was no Lionhart.

Out my name was called,
I got up I swore,
She looked appalled,
She looked like a bore.

I felt it in my knees,
For once again,
I was scared.
For Building A Den? !

Topic(s) of this poem: creativity

Form: Verse


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 30, 2016



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