Restless

by H. Elizabeth   Feb 19, 2013


I was caught on the phone late last night
By my mom.
She was mad.
So now I lay in bed.
Restless.
Music playing softly in the background.
I can no longer stand the quiet of my house late at night
For it makes so many noises
And I jump at every one of them
In fear it is him
Even when it's not him.
Hence the point of the music.
Background noise.
For those restless nights of mine.
There are many of those now.
I listen to my dad snore loudly
Across the hall.
I listen to my mom cough from being sick
Across the hall.
Restless.
Another late night.
I have many of those now.
Up late
Thinking,
Writing,
On the phone,
But mostly up late because
I can't sleep.
Because of my anxiety.
Because of him.
Restless.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Marcy Lewis

    O.o I was on the phone with you when this happened. I wish I could be there to talk you down during an anxiety attack, because this is the time I'm usually twiggin' out.

    This poem makes me anxious reading it. You write this like a pounding-fist-on-the-table, sick-of-this-bs write. That might not be your intention, but I took it as panicked, which made it more intense.

    I listen to my dad snore loudly
    Across the hall.
    I listen to my mom cough from being sick
    Across the hall.
    Restless.
    Another late night.
    I have many of those now.
    Up late
    Thinking,
    Writing,
    On the phone,

    ^^All the things you hear and think at once, it sounded. I love this. As usual.

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