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Nerves
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
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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.