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bloodKl0tz Sep 2020
My legs are heavier than I am used to,
Except it feels so familiar,
I think this happens every night when I try to run in my dreams,
And its like forcing each step forward through thick syrup
Hardening wet concrete
A rapidly thickening slurry coating me.

I am weighed down by it, down on my knees now, hoping that grabbing the ground and pulling myself forward will increase my momentum
Ripping out handfuls of grass trying to get the earth to treadmill beneath me
Clay under my nails, more slurry, more layers,

The earth is a part of my lungs now
Wet pink webbing hardening from the outside in
Thin tendrils brittle and breaking off, sun-dried,
Cracking and dusty and making its way up my throat
A river bed of mud consuming the space in my mouth,
I reach in with my fingers and scoop out the muck and throw it but it keeps coming,
Filling and refilling my mouth, faster than my fingers can dig it out
Thick like dentist's putty, coating my tongue and teeth like taffy

The fear is always there
The fear mixed with the drowning feeling, drowning in wet clay,
Suffocating and afraid
That it will still be the same even when I wake up
Esther L Krenzin Sep 2019
im too young
to be this broken
im too young
to feel this old
Esther L. Krenzin
i may look like a carefree youth, but my spine bears burdens that have weathered me ancient beyond my years.
Mara W Kayh Jul 2016
OH tortured souls,
How well do I know you..
My heart has been shattered,
Exploded into irrepressible bits
From loving you so much.
Once annihilated,
I was able to bear the burden of
This exquisite Existence.
God help me,
I had to became nothing
To be one with all.
my heart didn't stand a chance in this world.. It had to explode to survive.
Jamie King Feb 2016
They climb dreaded shoulders of weary mountains,
with shredded beds and old blades.
Gently greeting the grass, shielding thorns born to burden feet.
  Pain is a meal for each day,
in blind winters blazing in cold flames, fading bold rays.
Beaming beyond reaches of feather fields,
Further Filled with golden rage
Madalyn May 2015
I've finally understood the quote "some people feel the rain, others just get wet" I mean I assume I've always known, but now it just seems so clear. While some people feel nothing others feel too much. I am afraid that I feel too much as well as love too much. So much love, so may feelings, yet no one to share it with. Soon I hope.
eliza t Feb 2015
maybe
but more like
burdened
Katie Nicole Nov 2014
my heart is empty
my lungs are burdened
my happiness is gone for now

my eyes miss their sparkle
my cheeks long to smile, but
my mind forgot how
Ahmed Usman Apr 2014
Why
A child went missing years before
ever unsure he dared not feel
even prayed it all would go away
and now awakens afraid it will

Gazing back burdened by regret
seeing at last he’d been blind
although many had let him down
hadn’t he repaid each in kind

An angry child cries out in vain
a weary old man softly sighs
pondering fate questioning why
so few live yet everyone dies

Too quickly still another day falls
asleep within the setting sun
and as one day none will remain
why then waste a single one
Appeared on blog: http://wp.me/s3UiLd-why

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