Fidget

Fidget

A Poem by Autumn de Rue
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A bit on that panicky feeling I get when my anxiety acts up and what triggers it

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The walls close in
Papers shuffling and students laughing
I feel closed out and closed in
Everything pounding in my head
A nervousness I just can't shake spreading
Deep in my veins
Something in my head deep inside
Pounding at my skull and longing to be free
It's hard to breathe
I should have stayed home so this 
This couldn't happen and I would be safe
My chest tightens and my eyes sting
Mind goes blank and it's hard to breathe
I hope I get a grip as I fidget
It's easier to move than to keep it all in
Fidget
It will be my saving grace

© 2012 Autumn de Rue


Author's Note

Autumn de Rue
Meh, not that great but not horrible.

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First - don't put yourself down, others will do it for free so ya don't need to help them.

Second - what does "Great" have to do with didly? Did you get your point across? Did the readers LISTEN and "get it"? No one HAS to read our writings - they have to WANT to ...I read it aloud.

Good flow, not preachy, content matches your intent.

take care,
Chris

Posted 8 Years Ago


I started to feel panicky just by reading this, which means.... GREAT JOB! I think it was the word "fidget" that made me feel, well, fidgety.

Posted 8 Years Ago


This is really good! The description of the growing anxiety is great, and it really draws you in. Well done, nice poem :)

Posted 8 Years Ago



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Added on December 31, 2012
Last Updated on December 31, 2012
Tags: school, anxiety, mental, people, introvert

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Autumn de Rue
Autumn de Rue

Omaha, NE



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Well, hello there. I'm Autumn de Rue I'm not one for introductions. Whatever I say comes out awkward and jumbled like Alphabet Soup, so I ought to let my writings speak for me. more..

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