“What’s Wrong,” A Poem

“What’s Wrong,” A Poem

They ask me what’s wrong and it sets in.

Tense tunnel vision and a clenched jaw,

But I don’t need your weigh-in.

They turn away and it changes.

Eyes closed and an exhale

I try to forget my vexes.

I look inside and it builds.

Swirling and rushing and finally I

break.

Leave. Run. Fall.

Get up and mend.

Music rushes and it fades.

Concentrating on lyrics

I sway, and the melody aids.


Anger lingers but it weakens;

Even heartbeats and breathing

calm my emotions.


They ask me what’s wrong and it sets in.

My body reacts because I

Don’t want the demons to win.


What to Do Weekly: 3/06 - 3/13

What to Do Weekly: 3/06 - 3/13

"The Plotless Nightmare," A Poem

"The Plotless Nightmare," A Poem