The world's weight on my shoulders, A vice on my throat,
I try to escape, but I'm trapped within these bounds.
The pressure is crushing, like a ton of bricks,
No air to breathe, no space to think,
No peace to find, no escape in sight,
The weight of the world is too much to bear.
I search for a way out, find no release,
No joy, no love, just sorrow and grief.
The weight on my heart grows heavier with each breath,
My soul is burdened, I feel no relief.
I cry out for help, but no one hears,
I'm trapped in this prison, no one cares.
I beg for release, for peace, for light,
But the weight of the world is too much to bear.
I wonder, why me? What have I done,
To deserve this pain, this emptiness, this cold?
I try to be strong, to be brave,
But the weight of the world feels impossible to navigate.
I am left alone, my soul in pain,
The weight of the world weighing me down, a never-ending refrain.
I search for a way out, a way to be free,
But the weight of the world, it's too much for me to see
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Author:
nehemiah adams (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 9th, 2023 15:57
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Comments3
I love the invention present here. I also have faith that this pressure will make diamonds that translate to success
Vivid, your words are getting stronger and the soul of a poet notices things some others don’t, and that is pressure! I’m proud of this poem…
Thank you so much
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