Drowning. Falling. Into a bog of eternal failure.
Mud so thick it paralyzes my limbs with it's heavy torture.
How can I breathe with this stress all around me?
How can I sleep with this pressure weighing down?
How can I think with this swirl of pending disappointment swimming in my skull?
Too much to know.
Too much to do.
Too much trivial nonsense being shoved down my throat and pushed into my brain.
My body is bursting at every pore with facts I will no longer need to know
after this traumatic doom has passed.
Each day it grows closer.
Not enough hours to absorb it all.
Not enough strength to cram it all in.
How can I think with this swirl of pending disappointment swimming in my skull?
Too much to know.
Too much to do.
Too much trivial nonsense being shoved down my throat and pushed into my brain.
My body is bursting at every pore with facts I will no longer need to know
after this traumatic doom has passed.
Each day it grows closer.
Not enough hours to absorb it all.
Not enough strength to cram it all in.
Not enough room in the facia and spaces to fit the curriculum.
2 comments:
Lacey
I love your creativity. That peom is awesome and really sums things up nicely. Great Job
Perfectly put!!
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