The veins turn ice cold,
time decides to stand still,
a haze descends on the vision,
and the people start to disappear.
The mind starts doing backflips,
the emotions wash off,
nothing matters now.
The spotlight blinds the vision,
and realisation dawns -
its only me on the stage,
time to roll the one man show credits.
*mind blabbers - blog publishes it. cruelty at its best.
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