Misophonia

Detached

Disconnected

But in every way there

The world

Pounds in my head

Beating me down 

Thrashing me around

With only a sound

Unfocused eyes

My mental cries

A grimace and flinch

As I fold in

Folding fleeing falling

In

In on myself

Trying to escape

But the noise floods in

A storm of a click

A sm-ack

A ping

An effect

No anchor

Drowning

Sinking

Pleading

Trying to swim by plugging ears

Anchor me

Anchor me

Anchor me please

Some order I beg you

Words tie me down in the storm

Anchor me in the wild sea

Written words

Art

Expression

Pulling me into another universe

Away

From the noise

Numbers

Predictable

Easy to latch onto

A strong hold on the slab

Music

Fills my ears with good waves

Blocks out what drowns me

Brings me back to the world

Brings me out of the folds

Saves me

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For anyone who doesn't know what misophonia is, it's a sound-sensitivity disorder. This is what having a panic attack because of my misophonia feels like, as I can best explain it.

I hope you liked my first poem!

     -Meep

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