An acrostic poem about life with unbearable hypersensitivity, and why it can ruin lives.

S lightly scratchy material, cheese grater on skin
Easy emotional overload, far easier than for other people
Noises TV’s cars alarms doors and ATV’s
S kin so dirty with nothing on it, showers often
Irritating irritated skin by washing it, scrubbing hard
T he sounds around blocked out with music
I n every day a new reason to be afraid
Victory over my own body harder than anticipated
I n bed, squirming around, body doesn’t feel right
T he skin isn’t on straight, will hot water fix  it?
You can’t imagine what it’s like to hate breathing

High lights, blinding headaches
Y our every bit of attention on body and how everything feels
P lease just make it all stop
Easy to detect air pressure changes, skin so sensitive even to air around
Rainbows, soothing color balances
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he lights, the sounds, everything feels so loud
H air brushing against arms, can’t help but notice
E very time clothes shift on body, every tiny bit of sweat contaminating
Relief when asleep, if it doesn’t wake me up
E,motional exhaustion easy, tactile overloads weakening

This is actually an entirely true story, with no exaggeration. If you liked this and would be interested, comment and give me a thumbs-up for a story describing a typical day trying to live with this.

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