Pound

Pound

A Poem by Michael Xavier

My pulse is pounding

Receptors racing,

                veins veering,

                          nerves not comprehending

My tongue moves far too slow for the temperamental intentions

My pulse is pounding

My heart is racing

Brain breaking,   pain protruding,    

(THINGS ARE MOVING TOO FAST)

My pulse is pounding

My heart is racing

My heart is racing

My heart is racing

My heart i-

© 2017 Michael Xavier


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Added on December 18, 2017
Last Updated on December 18, 2017

Author

Michael Xavier
Michael Xavier

Fairfield, IA



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A gay guy living with PTSD, Depression, Anxiety, and BPD and trying to use writing to cope. more..

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A Poem by Michael Xavier