"soffocating" poems - Hello Poetry

Hour 20: The white walls soffocating me, I'm a walking zombie and a hero wannabe. The background sounds beep, beep, beep and I just wanna sleep. I have a worried mother whose child has fever, and a not-so-hurt drunk driver that tonight became a killer. A 40 year old that's been coughing a few days and thought of coming to the ER at 4am because, hey, they are probably not so busy anyways. I like my job, and I love saving lives, but God knows I have to put in order mine. A heart has stopped in bed number nine, chest compressions and meds don't make it beat, I don't want to, but I gotta call it. A teenager needs stitches, she's making a mess, apparently her scar is more important than anyone else. A few more hours and I can go home, time is passing slowly. Hey, look! There is the sun!

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Jul 8, 2013

Jul 8, 2013 at 8:53 PM UTC

camila

on call

Hour 20: The white walls soffocating me, I'm a walking zombie and a hero wannabe. The background sounds beep, beep, beep and I just wanna sleep. I have a worried mother whose child has fever, and a not-so-hurt drunk driver that tonight became a killer. A 40 year old that's been coughing a few days and thought of coming to the ER at 4am because, hey, they are probably not so busy anyways. I like my job, and I love saving lives, but God knows I have to put in order mine. A heart has stopped in bed number nine, chest compressions and meds don't make it beat, I don't want to, but I gotta call it. A teenager needs stitches, she's making a mess, apparently her scar is more important than anyone else. A few more hours and I can go home, time is passing slowly. Hey, look! There is the sun!

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Anxiety hits me like a brick to the face. I see it coming, and I try to get out of the way of it, but I'm too frozen in fear to actually avoid it. Other times, I can't see it coming, but the idea of being hit with a brick to the face is still just as shocking, constantly on my mind, and just as lethal. Either way, the impact comes on strong and sometimes without warning, leaving me dazed and scared, wondering when the next one will come at me. Anxiety sometimes feels like tons of bricks sitting on my chest. No matter how much I plea and cry, the soffocating feeling won't go away. Anxiety often leaves my finger tips numb and my vision blurred. Anxiety makes my head spin and my breath short. Sometimes, the worst part is losing control. It leaves me a stranger to my own body. Sometimes, all I can do is pick those bricks up, and build a wall. Hopefully then, I won't get hurt anymore. Maybe then, others won't see me in my most vulnerable of ways. This is all I can do for myself. Every time I get hit with a brick to the face.

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Sep 1, 2018

Sep 1, 2018 at 9:32 AM UTC

SoSoSighs

Anxiety

Anxiety hits me like a brick to the face. I see it coming, and I try to get out of the way of it, but I'm too frozen in fear to actually avoid it. Other times, I can't see it coming, but the idea of being hit with a brick to the face is still just as shocking, constantly on my mind, and just as lethal. Either way, the impact comes on strong and sometimes without warning, leaving me dazed and scared, wondering when the next one will come at me. Anxiety sometimes feels like tons of bricks sitting on my chest. No matter how much I plea and cry, the soffocating feeling won't go away. Anxiety often leaves my finger tips numb and my vision blurred. Anxiety makes my head spin and my breath short. Sometimes, the worst part is losing control. It leaves me a stranger to my own body. Sometimes, all I can do is pick those bricks up, and build a wall. Hopefully then, I won't get hurt anymore. Maybe then, others won't see me in my most vulnerable of ways. This is all I can do for myself. Every time I get hit with a brick to the face.

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I want her I want her lips Pressed against mine. Hard. I want her hands Entangled with mine. Tight. Her body soffocating mine. Her hair in my face One last time I want her.

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Sep 11, 2013

Sep 11, 2013 at 9:06 PM UTC

skyy

Untitled

I want her I want her lips Pressed against mine. Hard. I want her hands Entangled with mine. Tight. Her body soffocating mine. Her hair in my face One last time I want her.

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