My stomach is turning,
spinning very fast.
My head is pounding,
like a bomb about to blast.
My hands are sweating,
smoldering, very charred.
My eyes are watering,
like the rain upon the yard .
My ears are ringing
screeching very high.
My heart is bursting,
like a firework in July.
These troubled times, no ones’ to blame,
lost love is not the cause.
But feelings of defeat and shame,
result and show my flaws.
The way it feels to fail,
to try, and not succeed.
Brings about a sharp inhale,
for, your test I did misread.

