One thing is all it takes to tip the scales.
My mind is fragile; it can’t take much more.
Stuck in a cyclone, my mind off the rails
Hyperventilating, then on the floor.
My arms go numb, from shoulder to finger
Like carpal tunnel, my hands frozen shut
This sensation is one that will linger.
Heart rate increases, then stuck in a rut
White hot tears streak my face like liquid fire
Holding back the sobs gives me a headache.
My body never seems to want to tire.
It’s shudders, that make my body quake
I’ve reached new cataclysmic proportions
My mind goes blank and creates distortions.
- Author: M.E.M. ( Offline)
- Published: December 4th, 2020 10:13
- Comment from author about the poem: This really isn’t a “sad” poem, I just didn’t know what category it would fall under. This was for my Creative Writing class. It’s using the Shakespearian style of poetry. This is a poem about my anxiety attacks. My goal was to make the reader be like “I can relate to this.” I also want it to be very overwhelming for the reader and make them feel some of the things I mention. Comments are welcome Original: 9-30-2020 Finalized: 12-3-2020
- Category: Sad
- Views: 36
Comments5
Well Done! I usually just pace the grounds back and forth!
Best to you Sir
Romantic: You seem to know what's going on. In the unlikely event I'm wrong, (see below) could you you give me a hand , straighten me out.
I'm worried that MPS might (if it hasn't already happened) suffer a bot invasion.
Regards Dave
Please explain in (would you believe?) English?
Massive leg pull?
Dave
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Dave, this is the translation, sometimes on the site the the words end up in symbol notation, they just need translating.
Andy
One thing is all it takes to tip the scales.
My mind is fragile; it can’t take much more.
Stuck in a cyclone, my mind off the rails
Hyperventilating, then on the floor.
My arms go numb, from shoulder to finger
Like carpal tunnel, my hands frozen shut
This sensation is one that will linger.
Heart rate increases, then stuck in a rut
White hot tears streak my face like liquid fire
Holding back the sobs gives me a headache.
My body never seems to want to tire.
It’s shudders, that make my body quake
I’ve reached new cataclysmic proportions
My mind goes blank and creates distortions.
You? another bot?
Deprogramme yourself and let your parts go for recycling.
That is how copy/paste interprets your rubbish. Think they've got it about right..
Hello Andy! Have you assumed a new role; are you Chief Bot or just Bot Representative? How should I address you? Are they/you planning a massive takeover, when all responses will be in the form ??? ?
But before the situation goes really down the gurgler then it should be incumbent upon someone somewhere to answer the following questions:
How? When? Why? Who?
Kind regards, Dave
PS Instructions re the location of a 'smiley' you supplied earlier did not yield any result. So until such time as this little issue is resolved, you will have to make a guess as to whether I'm kidding or not, won't you?
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