Abstract Nouns

Fear is the blackness that seems to fill your lungs.
It sounds like the screams that escape from your throat.
It tastes like sweat from running away.
It feels like a thousand needles piercing your skin.
It smells like the dryness from puking.
It lives under your bed and in your nightmares.
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Loneliness is the clear emptiness in your life and the dried tears on your cheeks.
It sounds like an echo of your own voice in a solitary room.
It tastes like the rainbow sprinkles of your comfort food.
It feels like having nobody to hug.
It smells like dry air, making it difficult to breathe.
It lives in the shadows, waiting to suck you in.
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Loss is gray skies you stand under as they’re buried 6ft down.
It sounds like the crying you hear from your bedroom, of someone you thought was strong.
It tastes like the dryness on your tongue, from lack of substance.
It feels like you heart being ripped out of your chest.
It smells like the musk of the attic where all your photographs are hidden by dust.
It lives in the old pictures of them and the the letters you write that never get to them.
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Humor is a bright yellow.
It sounds like the laughter of others around you.
It tastes like the cake from the party you attended.
It feels like satisfaction of making that one important person laugh.
It smells like those burnt cookies you failed to make.
It lives in friendships.
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Impatience is the off-white of the hospital walls you look at when you wait for the news to come.
It sounds like the tapping of feet, and the biting of nails.
It tastes like the overdose of vending machine food.
It feels like the darkness in the pit of your stomach, while you watch them run by not stopping to tell you anything.
It smells like the alcohol in hand sanitizer.
It lives in our fears, and with anything important to us.