This Week
Stress,
Overwhelms my body,
Makes it hard to breathe,
Stabs me in the chest.
Time is going faster than lightning,
But I am stuck with my feet cemented to the ground,
And I am drowning slowly,
In the deep depths of a pool of pain and sadness.
This week,
Was the center of Hell,
Burning me slowly,
With agony in each step.
Overwhelms my body,
Makes it hard to breathe,
Stabs me in the chest.
Time is going faster than lightning,
But I am stuck with my feet cemented to the ground,
And I am drowning slowly,
In the deep depths of a pool of pain and sadness.
This week,
Was the center of Hell,
Burning me slowly,
With agony in each step.