The weight of the universe
is pressing down on me,
crushing. I plea to
take the mass away and
let me be.
I wait impatiently,
thoughts blaring in around me,
swooping at my ears like vultures
diving to feast.
I feel the weight of expectations,
standing on the shoulders of giants
just trying to blend in.
Am I supposed to wilt
to the acceptance that I will never
be like a flower that grows peacefully
instead, I will always be
brought down to the ground,
my stem pulling down on me.
The strain, snapping at the base
leaving me pained and my face
a shade of grey.
I feel the wait of ages,
every hour serves to sentence me
to a mindful of darkening thought.
I feel like a rabbit caught
foot first in a trap
and I want to gnaw away
my heart to let the pain ease at last.
I feel the weight of my own inadequacy,
how I can’t open up
to be held as tightly as I need to be.
I feel the weight of the world
sat heavily on my shoulders,
as I deflect asteroids
and space boulders
from hitting too close
to the gaping hole in my chest.
I feel if I wait,
I’ll wither away
like a speck of dust
into an autumn day.
I feel I’m lost
is what I’m trying to say.
My support network
deceptively
small, and me,
holding the weight of the world,
as it is crushing down on it all.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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