Anxious
The syllables cascade through my senses,
As my tongue shapes the semantics of words,
Words I’ll never say,
Words; ineffective
Insufficient & verbose
Falling into deafness
Faded & weak
Then a jolt;
Sound returns
Overwhelmingly
Free again
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I’ve been an avid reader and scribbler for years but only recently started thinking about publishing my work.
I’ve always enjoyed writing and have, since 2008, been producing scripts for theatre as my main focus of writing, but always scribbling poems, songs and short stories for fun, and/or catharsis. I’m also a keen sketcher and sketchnoter.
Scribbles of an insomniac 