Nerves | Teen Ink


April 16, 2018
By Isolator219 BRONZE, Papillion, Nebraska
Isolator219 BRONZE, Papillion, Nebraska
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Clammy hands reaching in, grasping at the guts within

Pulling down all inside, until in pit of stomach it resides

Bumps arrive with chill on skin, all to make outside match in

Stomach ache and butterfly—these speaker's unwanted brides


Pallor heart yet reded flesh, feelings that unwell do mesh

Whites of eyes out of sheath, shining like bar'ed teeth

Worry does from pores sweat thresh, leaving speaker less than fresh

Under each arm a dark wreath, that is all this bequeath


Cotton in mouth a tongue stuck tight, such is fear's birthright

Words fall out dumb and stunned, after together they have runned

Meaning lost to bitter blight, as speaker's voice takes fitful flight

All by panic's will uned, every idea did was undoned


Every eye and head that bow, make my heart fret somehow

For as I read this here and now, this same state my nerves allow

The author's comments:

We had to write a sonnet as a conclusion to our poetry section in english and read it in front of the class. I've never been the best with public speaking, as I hear is the case with many, and the prospect of it made me very nervous, so I decided to write my poem about how I'd feel standiing up there infront of the class. In the end I still flew through it, hands shaking, and just like in the poem my meaning was lost and I was left standing there wide eyed and dry mouthed. Despite that my classmates still gave me a gracious round of applause as they side eyed one another in confusion.  

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