Pressure Poem by Lux Bellavora

Pressure



Her mind revolts in deep despair,
She feels she’s sinking in.
It seems that it’s her punishment
For some unacknowledged sin.

She falls down to the dusty ground,
Where tears of stress do lay.
For once she thought it wouldn’t come,
But the pressure came today.

It pushed her down to hard to fight;
A force that wouldn’t give.
A thing that held the reek of death,
And killed the will to live.

It twisted its long fingertips
Down deep into her soul.
It took out all the happiness.
It burned inside like coal.

It seeped within and soaked her through,
Til there was nothing left.
And then the pressure left her there,
Despite its awful theft.

She gathered up her broken self,
More crushed than it had been.
And there she left her solemn tears.
To face the stress again.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
John Dillenger Ii 20 September 2012

So beautifully sad...

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