Analysis of Tom-Toms...Jamaica junkanoo festival in the 1950's

With every menacing beat anticipating
the closeness
The pace quickens with my
throbbing heart.
The blood rushing madly to my head
blocking my senses
With knees knocking drowning the
sound of the drums.
I hear the stomping of their feet
I hear them shout,terror stricken
unable to move feet firmly rooted
to the ground.
But now the drumming is in a
distant realm and all that's left
are the echoes on my mind of
the madness they left behind.