HierarchyA Poem by EmmaMaslow's hierarchy of needs. Physiological needs comes before self-actualisation.
It's cold.
Wet. I subconsciously tense. Try to burrow inside myself. It feels good for it to be hard. I can see others warm. I'm achieving. Nothing amazing was ever easy. My fingers are white. Numb. I want to be amazing. Air burns my eyes. I blink. I remove my coat. I must have no weaknesses. Jaw spasms. I taste blood. I felt nothing. Why do they smile? They're failing. I can feel my heart beat faster. It's accilerating. I push harder. I force my arms straight, lower my shoulders, rigid. I can feel heat radiating off my face. I remove everything. I am the best. But it was just the warmth before death. I am Naked. Blue. Contorted. Ugly. And now I am Dead.
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1 Review Added on January 2, 2018 Last Updated on January 2, 2018 AuthorEmmaHerefordshire, United KingdomAboutI am currently at college, and hoping to go into a career in the performing arts industry. I love writing scripts and am enjoying exploring poetry on here and expressing my opinions through my own. .. more..Writing
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