Upon the buzzing in my ears
comes pain unrest and fear.

The ache of my sensory
is like anxiety and protest
vibrating through the process,
nothing stops its provision
and test.

It pushes me out of
my mindset, shoving
my sensitivity to the
edge of the horizon of
prickly needles.

The autistic brain
has no break’s, has
no boundaries to stop
the deluge from spewing
over neurons from the
electronic dance of the
sensory overload process.

Its a painful experience.

Silence is never an option,
for its broken by the beating
of my heart, and the sound of
blood rushing through my ears, sounds like pulsating floods
rushing to my eardrums.

Swoosh! Swoosh!
Boom!
Swoosh! Swoosh!
Boom!

Its process proceeds…
to painful beating breathes
of none stop drumming.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton