They're doing it again
My hands
They're trembling
For no good reason
Sure
The dog snapped at me
And I had to yell
But that is nothing
So why do my hands shake?
Why does my mind scramble?
I don't want that
It's stupid
My voice
I could only speak
In a disrupted whisper
What's with that?
Why do little things
Startle me
To such a degree?
I despise it
YOU ARE READING
Back Here Again
PoesiaHere we are again Another collection New poems Same person Here we are again Trying to make things And have them make sense Read, and tell me If you understand Cuz here we are again And I'm still not sure Placed 1st in Everything's Cancelled Awa...
