Nerves

Nerves

A Poem by Forgotten

A bead of sweat clogs in my brow,
My hands shake and my body shudders,
No matter how many times I gulp,
The obstruction seems not to budge.
 
Hot like embers my stomach burns,
Churning and groaning it knows my pain,
My skin like ice,
Goosebumps cover me.
 
My heart flutters,
Feeling ready to burst,
My breathing grows shallow,
Hindering me to exhaustion.

© 2012 Forgotten


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Really enjoyed reading short and to the point

Posted 11 Years Ago


Great poem, keep writing :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


Very vivid and like the way the words flow so fast! It reminded me of exam time when that fear grips one, before, during and after, no end in sight :). And not offering any relief even when one has read the last line. Lot of suspense there, kept me wondering to the end, what got you into that state. Hope you've recovered in the meantime ... very original and well crafted!
Thanks for sharing
Lizbeth


Posted 11 Years Ago


wow such a powerful write ...good job keep it up ....my thumbs are up for this poem as you can see in my pic ..lol

Posted 11 Years Ago


great imagery! you can feel every line.
thanks for sharing:)

Posted 11 Years Ago


Nerves can send us into a nervous state where hard to control thoughts and motion. I like your description. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 11 Years Ago


wow i love it its so vivid i can almost feel what you are talking about happening to me. i love the way you know exactly what you are talking about. It was a very good poem in my mind. great job

Posted 11 Years Ago


Nevers, wow, you just described my nerves dead on when their shot. Well done on capturing the feeling, action, and effects of the nerves in such a way without once having to mention the word Nerves.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Very descriptive. Nice one :3

Posted 11 Years Ago


excellent piece of work full of emotional words

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Gloucestershire, Stroud, United Kingdom



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My real name is John-Paul Crawford, I do voluntary work at Stroud FM and hopefully after my training will be allowed my own slot on air. Writing takes up most of my time, I'm always trying to better m.. more..

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