PoeticBiscuit

Stress

My stress like a never ending ocean,

Waves that crash into me sending me under,

Stealing the air from within my lungs,

Burning feeling in my throat,

The only thing that lets me know I’m still alive,

Light fading as I sink further and further amidst the dark blue waters,

That little piece of sunlight, that last bit of hope that pierced through the watery depths,

It starts to thin and fade, the burning in my throat growing overwhelming,

A headache forming in my brain as if it’d just  explode,

The water is cold, my feelings growing numb,

The light now completely faded,

I am lost somewhere amongst these waters that go on forever.