Pressure Poem by Michelle Chinenye

Pressure

I'm sick and tired of fighting back
What is that in me that I lack
I'm sick and tired of holding in
All this burdens I'm bearing

I tell myself every now and then
Always reminding my good ol'Ben
Not to let the tears flow
And to never let myself go

But the pressure is pushing
And my heart has began failing
My mind is a mess
I'm giving into stress

So I decided to let it flow
I was tired of always keeping it low
I sat on my bed while I prayed
There and then it heavily rained

Monday, October 28, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: sick
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