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Novio
The dark feeling twisting inside me.
The pain of butterflies in my stomach.
Going upstairs and not remembering what for,
Thinking of too many things at once.
Is it me?
What did I do?
Paranoia radiating through me like shivers in winter.
I have no escape from the ocean of waves.
Not only this dark empty feeling,
But what did I do?
I did something.
What I know but can’t admit.
When I’m working on one thing, I think of another.
Do I say something?
No, keep quiet and you will be ok.
Yes, speak the doubt in your heart.
Mixing Metaphors
This may be a usa tradition - oceans, winter shivers, to butterflies. All of it at once, way to go. I liked the tone of the write. :D