2021-2022, Poem, Writing

Nervous Breakdown

Nervous Breakdown
Jenna Law, '22

Blood
Boils in fear, not anger,
Uneasy with every thud

Waiting for peace to bud
In the garden that is my veins and tears.
Blood

The fear in my veins flood,
Getting worse, and near
Uneasy with every thud

Building intensity, trudging through the mud
That is my dismay and weary
Blood

Despite what you may judge
I am not the domineer of my nerves
Uneasy with every thud

Rising, boiling, I am stunned
I am puppeteered by my own
Blood

Shake and shiver against my will, being tugged
By the very thing that engages my gears
Blood
Uneasy with every Thud