Pounding

My head

Is pounding.

My eyes

Are red.

My heart

Is hurt.

My feelings

Are crushed.

My throat

Is dry.

My voice

Is strained.

My anger

Is boiling.

My stomach

Is churning.

My fists

Are clenched.

My mind

Is racing.

My nose

Is stuffy.

My body

Is weak.

My being

Is fragile.

My feet

Are running.

My instinct

Says "Leave."

Author's Note

How'd you like it? I got the inspiration from the call with the Help Line for my depression and other problems. It was a spur of moment. Leave suggestions and tips for my writing. Thanks!
-Willa

Reviews

[Phillitup]

When one feels as if there is no where to turn and no one there to hold them up bad things can happen. Instinct says to leave bad situations and yet, how often do we actually listen? While it is true that if something we are slightly terrified of comes we will flee but often when it is something that really brings fear to us we are like deer in headlights, unable to move. Scared we may be but we are even more afraid that the moment will turn for the worst, so we stay. We hope with all our hearts that something we did, said, or thought could change but time travel isn't reliable yet in the modern age. Even in the future, when it is, even worse things could happen that would mess the thing up even more. We are stuck in our ways and thoughts as humans, hard to reverse. Your write captured the anxious nervousness of this uncertainty I speak of. Nicely penned Willa, nicely penned. Best regards, Dell

[Savior of Time]

Thank you