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Mona Dec 2014
drip, drip, drip
This peaceful winter day is interrupted
Yet again
With an abruptly irritating inhale
Pulling back with every ounce of my being
What I never want the world to see
My shame
My weakness
My disease

Drip, Drip, Drip
All I want is to rid myself of this aching burden
I can feel myself losing control
My body is paralyzed
By an overwhelming urge
To release
To liberate
To alleviate

DRIP, DRIP, DRIP
I’m no longer able to contain myself
As tears well up in my eyes
I can feel the pressure of a thousand storms brewing inside me
The strain of hanging an elephant off a thread
The collapse of my sanity
As the crushing defeat of failure blinds me
I breathe in what I expect to be my last gasp of air

ah-choo

I’m in a better place now.

— The End —