Uneasy, nerve racking.
How did I even
Gasped the thin air of
Isolation, yet crowded.
Eyes left, right, up, down.
Am I allowed to talk?
This arena feeling
Running my body.
I can't move but
I have to exercise a lip
To ease this heart
Pounding like a horse.
Deafening silence
Weakening my knees,
Trembling my hands.
It's now or never.
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My Microfeelings
PuisiI want to speak the unspeakable. Many narrators are known for criticizing what their senses had perceived, and I am no different. This poetry collection is a narrative of suppressed emotions delivered in contemporary. Indulge yourself with evidence...
