My world cracks, a fragile shell. The ground beneath me melts away.
Each wall around me turns to dust. A bitter, deep, corroding rust.
Nothing stays, it slips and slides.
My steady footing now evades. Familiar corners twist and bend. This chaos seems to never end.
I feel so easily replaced. My very purpose feels erased.
Any other could stand in my place, without leaving the slightest trace.
I'm breakable, like ancient glass. A whisper might just make me crash.
One touch,
I fear I will explode. Beneath this impossible, heavy load.
I mean absolutely nothing now.
No one cares to wonder how.
My voice is lost, a silent plea.
Invisible for all to see.
Just a pawn on someone's board. My destiny, by others scored.
I move where they decide I go. A puppet in a silent show.
This anxious tremor fills my soul.
My crumbling world takes its toll.
I'm breaking down, unraveling fast.
A shadow, not meant to last.
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Author:
Twilight (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I don't know why I feel like I'm drowning. I have enough air to survive, but not to live.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Join the club. When we land on solid rock, we can stop sinking.
We only need enough to survive, I take what comes, and have learned, to enjoy the ride!
A poem that expresses feeling of overwhelming pressure wearing one down. A feeling of weakness and insignificance in the whole process. Well expressed.
Good write, Ally. I am 87 and feel like that sometimes. I stare into the moment. Something a bird in a tree, a bug on the screen, a drop of water glistening in the sun. Something is asking you, —The Poet— to remember it.
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