The voice Within...

Have you felt this feeling that rises in the walls of your stomach?

Have you felt it rise and fill your body in a tickle?

Have you closed your eyelids tight and concentrated on this feeling?

This ink and paper cannot capture it enough.

These curves and dots,even these fingers shall forget.

Why then do I continue to pollute this white sheet, you say?

You would know if you could feel that trickle

Which ,in a moment can gush and hit the walls of your inside

like a powerful wave

Before you know it,it has lifted a pen into your hands.

And when you rest what you wield,

You sense that the waters are calm.

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(This poem has recieved a couple of hilarious responses.My friend A on reading the poem thought that the 'feeling' in the poem referred to my digestive fluids as i refer later to 'the walls of my stomach'!!!and the second response came from D who thought that I had set out to portray Exam tension as that was the only feeling she associated with 'rising in the stomach'.)