I step out my front door
and I meet the flood
He is everywhere and waiting
debating and contemplating
new ways to pressure me
I swim out to my car
and I've made it
the destination, far
and the flood is ready to pounce
"How can we squeeze out his every ounce?"
Relentless, he pushes down on me
Unceasing, he presses my heart
In the closed system
the blood in the ****** feedback loop
pulses and pushes boundaries
trying to escape my restricting veins
The flood breathes out
He centers his weight
on my ventricles, my veins
and I am stunned
unable to move
unable to think
A perfect juxtaposition
of stillness and movement
I try to move but the flood falls harder
I try to breathe but the water fills my lungs
I am beneath everything
The flood's name is expectation
it preys to break my faith and
It wins every time
And every time it wins
I breathe shorter
I breathe faster
My body aches
embodied lackluster
Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 5:12 PM UTC
I step out my front door
and I meet the flood
He is everywhere and waiting
debating and contemplating
new ways to pressure me
I swim out to my car
and I've made it
the destination, far
and the flood is ready to pounce
"How can we squeeze out his every ounce?"
Relentless, he pushes down on me
Unceasing, he presses my heart
In the closed system
the blood in the ****** feedback loop
pulses and pushes boundaries
trying to escape my restricting veins
The flood breathes out
He centers his weight
on my ventricles, my veins
and I am stunned
unable to move
unable to think
A perfect juxtaposition
of stillness and movement
I try to move but the flood falls harder
I try to breathe but the water fills my lungs
I am beneath everything
The flood's name is expectation
it preys to break my faith and
It wins every time
And every time it wins
I breathe shorter
I breathe faster
My body aches
embodied lackluster
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