I don’t know why you’re here, but you
TH-THUMP
In my brain plenty enough.
I can’t seem to concentrate, let alone smile
When you’re around.
My mind throbbing, eyes pulsating,
Can’t seem to make the TH-THUMP stop.
STOP. TH-THUMP. STOP. TH-THUMP.
You follow me everywhere I go,
Everywhere except in my dreams.
Sleep, I say, sleep.
You made me a pessimist
Seeing the world clouded and greyish.
Perhaps my mind is one big storm.
The shock of lighting when you TH-THUMP
The thunder I feel when my brain is being
SMASHED!
And the waves that overflow the anguish
From my temples to the back of my neck.
About the Creator
Semoy Booker
I'm a Buddhist, Elizabeth Bishop fan, film enthusiast, and all things that make storytelling magical.
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Comments (3)
Whoa! It's impossible not to feel this. Realism in writing here. Glad to see you featured in Vocal's "Creators We're Loving."
Very creative and powerful Semoy Booker. Well done!
I've experienced this before and it's really terrible. Hope you're okay.