Pressure

 

Second nature, procrastination

like walking a long road

with no final destination

I feel under pressure

too much to survive

crushing me alive

yet it’s from this pressure that I thrive

I can't think with a clear mind

when so many clouds are forming inside

when the spells of summer are wearing thin, and only the gloom is consuming

 

Procrastinate over little tasks

like walking to the shops

even though the cupboards are bare

I make do with what I've got

I can't seem to find that spark that makes it stop

makes you jump, run and hop

I'm in limbo

so, I twiddle my thumbs

close my eyes and watch as eyelids run

like waves over pearly lights

I have too many sleepless nights

 

I spend my days making plans

to plan to do nothing,

I span chasms of time in the blink of an eye

into a murky dreamworld I fly

I fall into dark depression

as the smiles lessen

the tension headaches start pressing

and I claw at my head, fingertips digging

trying to tear the hurt from the grey matter within

 

Feels like I'm underwater

I can't scream

the pressure is crushing my head

like a nightmare... a bad dream

the whole sky is a dark cloud

no silver linings, no sunshine allowed

thunderous roars are starting to emerge

but it’s okay, at the moment I'm submerged

but if I surface for air,

it will press me down again I fear

and this time I won't be able to swim

the water is churning

the currents keep turning,

and the light is growing dim

 

 

 

Thanks For Reading.

Peace, Love and Poetry.

Kyle.