• I stand in front of a sea of eyes
    Waiting and expecting
    My mouth runs dry
    And words falter on my tongue

    There is silence
    Waiting and expecting
    A deadly silence
    Begging to be broken

    A cold chill down my spine
    Knees failing
    Stomach twisting
    Knuckles turning white

    The first sound-
    A croak
    The words break in the air
    Coming out in swift shudders

    Still the eyes watch
    Some polite and alert
    Some drooped and bored
    But still waiting and expecting