Heavily sinking in my desk,
chaos engulfs me.
As the roaring slowly simmers,
my mind is feeling claustrophobic.
My heart pounds through my chest,
though my surroundings are as a summer's eve.
My attention cannot be focused.
At present I am in a different world.
I am living in times past,
remembering and delighting.
If I stay within the veil of history,
I am safe.
There's no risk, no chance of failing, no chance of falling.
I start to fall as a fleshy palm collides with the surface of my desk.
I am thrust back into reality.
A load of worries suddenly pounds down upon me.
A mountain is burying me and I must dig.
I am alone, I am confused.
I will never reach the top.
2 comments:
This is fantastic! too many times something similar happens to me. it drew me in, and i couldnt stop reading. this piece has so much passion in it. great job!! i love it:)
That's amazing. I never knew that you had that kind of writing in you. It took a few seconds for me to understand, but when I understood I was so...amazed.
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