Down, down I am hurled,
where the waves climb high,
down into an eerie world,
where the ghosts of sound pass by.
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And now you plague me in my waking, as people look at me with fear, because I pulsate and I'm shaking, but your banging they cannot hear. That's my favorite part. I like how it conveys others lack of understanding. Someone can't undersand your reaction, if they don't know what your really reacting to. But I like the whole poem too. It's unexpected, yet excellent terrorsome storytelling.
I really loved it all, you truly wrote a good suspension poem.