An old piece

After being inspired by Zia's poem (thanks Zia!), I decided to look up some of my old poetry. I can't find them all yet but this was one of the first I ever wrote.

Dreams of Skool

Eyes wide, mouth open,
People staring, no scream coming.
Look down, no clothes forming.
Panic rising, no hope containing
This feeling. Eyes watering,
Mind racing, heart pounding,
Hands shaking, kness wobbling,
Bell ringing, bell ringing,
Bell ringing, bell ringing,
Mind waking, look around,
Bedroom comfort, sweat tracing.

More of my work when I find it! (Of course if you don't like it, tell me & I'll stop it real quick!!)

Stevie ;)