Tapping Poem by Michael J Keeley

Tapping

first my foot
then my heartbeat
now my fingers on my forehead
tapping
meant to help, they call it
stimming
my foot stopped a lot time since
my heart, well, let's just say...
it broke
but my temple, where I pray
continues
incesant

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There's a lot of noise in my mind
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