soo I had to write a thing...what do you think?

I had to write a manuscript to go with a poem

It had to tell a story or something to connect it with me

so tell me what you think

because I really have no clue what I just wrote...

It was dark, my eyes searching the black abyss for something to focus on. Out the corner of my eye a light appears, quickly separating into two headlights as it races towards me. I cringe against the cool wall, preparing for the impact, but the ghost car blows straight through me and into the wall behind. I turn to see a hand reaching for me, more appearing in the dark with slender fingers grasping the air. I want to scream, but only a small whimper leaves my lips as I flatten myself further to the wall. With a blink the hands are gone and instead replaced by a static noise, flashes of memories and sounds, lines spoken by friends and family fill my ears and suddenly I’m drowning. Water muffling the words and amplifying the sounds. It sends me cowering to the floor, covering my ears in an attempt to block it all out. That’s when I realize, it’s inside of me.

Panic disorder. Anxiety. Paranoia. These are all things that I suffer from. What I described before, was a panic attack, or glimpses of what one might be like. Everyone who gets them will see them differently, especially if the person has a fear of something specific. Triggers also depend on the person. For me I have found that I get them at night, waking up and being convinced something bad is about to happen. That’s where the weird hallucinations come into play, because if I am triggered during the day, I don’t see things like I do if I wake up in the night. I guess this happens because I’m still half asleep and my dreams and nightmares keep playing in my head while I also have the physical panic. Whether it is night or day, awake or asleep, I always have the same physical feelings. The most prominent feeling I get is that my hands are overly sensitive, everything I touch feels delicate and small. This might not seem like it is a scary thing, but it is seriously the most terrifying feeling I have ever felt.

Now that we have had our little heart to heart here, I am moving onto the main purpose of this presentation. Anne ton is known for her poems around the world, a lot of them being just a little bit insane. Though ton wasn’t insane herself, she found a way to portray things from other’s eyes. Another poet, Charles Bukowski once said, “Some people never go crazy, what truly horrible lives they must live.” I agree with him completely, but please, don’t go looking for crazy, that’s just asking to get locked up.

POEM~

The summer sun ray

Shifts through a suspicious tree.

Though I walk through the valley of the shadow

It the air

And looks around for me.

The grass speaks.

I hear green chanting all day.

I will fear no evil, fear no evil

The blades extend

And reach my way.

The sky breaks.

It sags and breathes upon my face.

In the presence of mine enemies, mine enemies

The world is full of enemies.

There is no safe place.

Of course it comes out to be like... two pages of writing in word with double spaces...

it just looks super small here lol

xD