Poetry: “Stand Still”

Tic, tic, tic

They keep coming,

one right after


I can’t stop them.

I can’t hold them

back to where I

started at a

stand still.


Relax the muscles,

sore from the

movements are back.

A swing…

and a miss. Swing…

this one hits

an uncushioned bone.

“Hey!” “What?” “Hey!”

Yelling and blurting.

Sniffing and stomping.

I’m not in control,

like my brain has


They’re sudden like a manic

episode is over.

Back to a

stand still postion.

Aching and tense,

it’s good to be

at a stand still.


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