Hands are trembling.
Palms are sweaty.
Temperature is rising.
Pupils dilate.
Nostril flaring.
Legs feel wobbly.
Loins ache.
Hard to Breathe.
Throat is dry.
Mind is hazy.
Heart is racing.
Hair is standing on end.
Head is tingling.
Feel out of control.
You stand before me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem