The Shakes
A Little Piece About Bad Dreams and Anxiety
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Do you remember when you stayed the last time?
My heart was beating so fast
I'm not sure how to react anymore
So all my energy goes into my hands
I remember when I felt a lot worse than that
My whole body couldn't stay still
Usually I can keep it all in my wrists
But now I need to take ten deep breaths while leaning over the windowsill
I can see the drop, the sun, the grass, the ground
Music is playing but I hear no sound
My breath, your voice their voice is all gone
And I'm falling now
And I jolt upwards, I can't reach the light
It's across the room and I can't keep it in my wrists
This time all I can do is tremor
I've got the shakes
About the Creator
Robert Stevenson
I like writing expanded universes and stories but my forte is writing poetry; these are usually not very uplifting but I'm usually writing from direct experience or darker inspirations
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