The noiseA Poem by Katelyn KennedyThere's this noise, this thumping noise that I keep hearing... It hits sharp in the back of my head.Waves of pain shoot down the back of my spine. It continues to my limbs as I sit here, allowing it control of my body till it consumes me entirely. It takes all motor and most brain activity R I P P I N G away any humanity left. It shoves its way into my mind where it unleashes the caged thoughts that I keep locked away. With my self conscious dead and all hell broken loose, my mind runs wild envisioning the zenith of unrealism. A shadow passes by and I jump out of my skin. Perhaps my own shadow has wished release from this prison, and haven successfully escaped, quite possibly has joined this other absence. I'm not mad though. If I too had the same opportunity I'd take it. Not only would I take it I'd hold on to it so tightly and never give it back, unless, the thumping stopped. I can't tell if it's real or if I'm creating a false sensation of rope around my neck. Am I still writing? Is it possible that these are my hands? Maybe I caused the thumping. Is this all my fault? No, hold on. Do you hear that? I don't feel the hands anymore and I think the thumping has stopped
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7 Reviews Added on June 9, 2017 Last Updated on May 29, 2018 AuthorKatelyn KennedyNeedham, MAAboutI've always had a passion for writing but for a while my life because so busy that I stopped. Now I've started writing again and I hope to share it with others and get something positive out of it! *t.. more..Writing
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