random poetry
I Feel Alive
Submitted by Sweet Mother of... on January 8, 2008 - 20:32.We are packed like cargo
Behind the sticky yellow line
We know we can't go
Inside the building
"Crammed" they said.
Parts of the crowd wilt away
But I stand there
Waiting
(I take a shot, pocket my phone)
The hair on the back of my neck is on end
I feel their anticipation
Their fear
Happiness
Support
We are team players
Whether we know it or not
Out there
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