A single push
Last of a series
When the mind takes too much
Unable to process
Or leap beyond the gloom
Ridiculous statements
Misunderstanding the core
Getting over it
Sucking it up
Easier to say than understand
Mind spinning
With pressure crushing
As if a weight has dropped
Upon the heart and spirit
Cloaking the sun from view
It continues unabated
Every stress piling into a mountain
Dwarfing Everest
In sense of size and cold
Trapped upon the choking peak
So easy to spout words
At those that suffer so
Never realizing
That they see no light
Beyond that glinting off a blade





That they see no light
Beyond that glinting off a blade
Love this.
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Came out surprisingly chilling.
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Love the imagery in this poem, well done.
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Thanks.
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Rather combattive…I like it…though I think I’ll have to reread it to savor the spice!
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Thanks. I can see the combative part in there now that I look at it more.
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🙂
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Reblogged this on Bastet and Sekhmet's Library and commented:
This is an interesting poem..something I’d like to reread…
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