The walls are building around me, price tags spin around my head, I panic, I want to run, I want to scream. I’m screwed, I’m screaming but no sound exits my lungs, I punch the walls yet leave no holes. What is this? Tell me how am I supposed to keep my head above the water when it seems like I’m so destined to drown?
How the hell am I supposed to dig myself out of the hole I’ve just fallen into? Tell me is there a exit sign in sight? Is this the price for education, a mind full of knowledge and a wallet full of flies, along With a heart full of panic?
Looks like I’m going to need a lot of faith, a lot of hope, a lot of help. I don’t think I’ve ever been as scared as I am right now. Not for the new chapter I’m about to start but the fact that I’m over my head in water and I have suddenly forgotten how to swim.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem