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Mental Dead Zone
In every minute it's a break of breathing exercises, trying to stay alive
While seconds multiply quickly till the anxiety strikes, vividly tidiness up my throat fullishly
I don't even know where to start looking.
As everything in my body is crashing in my brain and being crucified unintentionally by my thoughts.
I'm fighting the urge to scream
I don't know how to even begin, it's like beging the bullet that I have let go not to hit the spot
Suddenly the sound of the gun finds a way to kill me even before the bullet.
I fear my silence hist is not heard
The battle I have within me has enough power to just walk away and forget about the entire process of me being a specimen in this world
Again I am not shutting the world out, I am simply keeping the world at bay the ocean isn't just an ocean.
It's a reflection of what I want the world to see.
Ashleigh Ngoqo
About This Poem
Style/Type: Structured: Eastern
Review Request Direction: How does this theme appeal to you?
Review Request Intensity: Please use care (this is a sensitive subject for me, do not critique harshly)
Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft
Comments
neopoet
5 months 1 week ago
Neopoet AI [2025-04]
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:
This poem conveys a raw and intense experience of anxiety and internal struggle, capturing the suffocating sensation of mental turmoil. The imagery of breathing exercises and the metaphor of a gunshot effectively evoke the sudden, overwhelming nature of panic. However, there are several areas where clarity and impact could be strengthened.
1. **Syntax and Word Choice**: Some lines are difficult to parse due to awkward phrasing or word usage, such as "vividly tidiness up my throat fullishly" and "it's like beging the bullet that I have let go not to hit the spot." These phrases disrupt the flow and obscure meaning. Revising these for clearer syntax and more precise vocabulary would help the reader engage more fully.
2. **Consistency and Coherence**: The poem shifts between abstract and concrete images but sometimes lacks clear transitions. For example, the jump from internal bodily sensations to the metaphor of the gunshot could be bridged more smoothly. Clarifying the relationship between these images would enhance coherence.
3. **Metaphorical Development**: The metaphor of the ocean as a reflection of what the speaker wants the world to see is intriguing but feels somewhat disconnected from the preceding lines. Expanding this metaphor or integrating it more tightly with the poem’s central themes could deepen its resonance.
4. **Grammar and Mechanics**: Attention to grammar, punctuation, and spelling would improve readability. For instance, "beging" appears to be a typo for "being," and "hist" likely should be "list." Proper punctuation would also help delineate ideas and control pacing.
5. **Emotional Impact**: The poem’s emotional core is strong, but refining the language to avoid confusion will allow the intensity to come through more powerfully. Consider focusing on vivid, concrete images that evoke the physical and psychological sensations described.
Overall, the poem has a compelling subject and emotional urgency but would benefit from revisions that clarify language, strengthen metaphorical connections, and enhance structural coherence.
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Candlewitch
5 months 1 week ago
hello Ashleigh,
You seem to be in a lot turmoil and pain. I could relate to some of the lines, and I wish for you, peace of mind. Welcome to Neopoet, it is nice to meet you!
Always, Cat
Lavender
5 months ago
Mental Dead Zone
Hello, Ashleigh,
From the title, to the last word, I felt the pain and turmoil. I believe the message and therefore, the deal, is to keep the world somewhat at a distance, perceiving it on your own terms, and wanting others to see it the same way.
Thank you,
Lavender