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Poem Details
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| Title: | Sonnet: |
| Author: | Ngoc Nguyen |
| Date Submitted: | 10/9/2018 |
| Poem: |
When I shun my meds or refuse to sleep I take on a dark aspect first and hear a ghost-like clock tick-tocking in my ear as if from a morbid place buried deep in the recesses of my troubled mind where I fret, then I panic with great fear as I feel death approaching so very near with every gasped-for breath of air I take! As I hyperventilate my lungs scream for oxygen that's not inhaling there and suddenly my life ebbs as I feel I am drowning, drowning for lack of air under an ocean of thick, choking steam so crystal clear and real that it's surreal. ... |