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A poem I wrote while in the state of physical being it is written about. (Stud M. Note Book) :)

cold, jittery, shivering 

I sit with the heater on high

And the ringing

Buzzing in my head

Probably from the wiring above

But also maybe from within my mind

Pulsing like a second heartbeat

Craving for silence

Burning to get out

I lower my head to my knees

While curled in a little ball

And pray it goes away

Drowsy, sleepless

My eyes rise and fall 

But it aches

And I know

Sleep won’t be visiting me

Closed

Silence of my mouth

Forgetting to breathe at times

Need to speak

Need to call for help

Silence

Reviews

[Sean Allen]

Just like Simon said after hearing Susan Boyle sing far better than he has expected... I knew your writing was going to be great and it is.

[Laura Maidah]

Texture is flawless. Rhythm and meter is infallible. Don't hesitate to play with more figurative language. This shows real promise. I don't know if you are as young as your avi looks, but this sounds well-trained and mature. Nice! The repetition is a wise choice. It accentuates the internal complexities and explicit conflict.

[thelauraslate]

Wow, Powerful! I love this write. You capture the war between what is inside and outside your mind perfectly. Whats real? Whats just your mind? I am anxious every day and have problems with sleep, this really spoke to me. Good job!

[Emrys Realmskip]

This is how ifeel sometimes.. very touching poem! :)

[Cole Hayley]

If my assumption is right, this poem is about anxiety. And as somebody who has dealt with anxiety all my life I can tell that you have the philosophy down to a tee. This poem is very well written, very melancholic. I really enjoyed the read.