I am enclosed in a dark, grey blank room.
Windowless, door less, filled with
intense anxiety, suffering.
I can’t get out.
The air is suffocating, thick with dust,
Heavy with the strained and stressed
taste of misery. My skull has a pounding ache,
All muscles throbbing with soreness.
A confusing jumble, disorder of bodies,
Howling rush of voices
Screaming in my ear.
Glancing franticly around for
A piece of tranquility.
A place where I don’t have to
worry, fret, struggle.
It seems there is none.
Author notes
Made for school. Don't read.
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Comments
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haha. this is pretty cool. I'm sorry I read it anyways! lol. good write. (SCHOOL IS STRESSFUL! for real!) and just to think, I start back August 13... grr... oh well... good job! keep it up!
Crimson -
Haha, they should put the author notes before the poem in this case. Too late. I like your other ones better, but this definently isn't bad. You missed a comma in the first line between grey and blank.
Jesse -
Oh
I thought I would check out your page as you commented on one of my pieces. I liked this it captures the struggle I've been having trying to find my own peace of mind and place to relax as well as breathe. I think you did an excellent job here and will read more of your work. Nice to meet ya poet.
Jason
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Good write
Oh the room in which the mind holds all thoughts and at times is a prison within itself
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this is really good better than the one i wrote fo school. i really really like it
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