Headstorm
there's a storm in my head
it's made
of worries
everything worries me
my work
it worries me
my responsibilities
they worry me
my future
it worries me
between classes
up stairs, down ramps
passing through crowds
avoiding those who judge
trying just to make it through the day
and yet, even when I make it...
i close my eyes and i see lightning
lightning
after every heartbeat
pounding, flashing
in sync
i hear the high pitched ringing in my ears
when will it go away?
the storm
my fears
my worries
my aches
there's a storm in my head.
there's a storm in my head
it's made
of worries
everything worries me
my work
it worries me
my responsibilities
they worry me
my future
it worries me
between classes
up stairs, down ramps
passing through crowds
avoiding those who judge
trying just to make it through the day
and yet, even when I make it...
i close my eyes and i see lightning
lightning
after every heartbeat
pounding, flashing
in sync
i hear the high pitched ringing in my ears
when will it go away?
the storm
my fears
my worries
my aches
there's a storm in my head.
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ShanRippWriting
May 15, 2018
This was great! As a note, if you added specifics to what worries or responsibilities were creating the storm, it would give this piece a more personal touch and really get in the mind of the narrator. Great job, Shannon :)
Shannon Ripp