At times it feels as if
the weight of the world
was bearing down upon me.
All I see above me is the darkness
of an unseen load on my shoulders.
Pushing, pressing me down.
At other times, I feel as if
I were drowning,
the waters above my head,
in my ears,
in the mouth I open to scream.
Sucking, dragging me down.
I flail, struggling
to break the surface,
to find the precious air,
to escape the pressure on me.
But there is nothing I can do,
perhaps nothing anyone can do,
to lift the burden,
to pull me from the water.
Either way,
under the dirt,
or under the water...
I cannot breathe under here.
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