Stress

Waist deep in tangled thoughts.

Slowly, the pile grows.

 

A year goes by.

The pile reaches my neck.

 

Struggling to breath,

but still alive, I manage.

 

Another month.

The thoughts cover my eyes.

 

Unable to talk or see,

I take it.

 

I fear that soon,

the pile will crush me

 

Without a breath,

I will die.

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Now who wants to know the symbolizm of this poem? ill let you ponder it for a little bit first :D

Reviews

[DearSweetAgony]

This write is very deep.
I love the fact that you made the poem about stress drowning you.
And that each month the stress gets deeper.
VERY,good poem I enjoyed reading.
And I think that I got the reason behind this write.
Flawless Job!

[Miss Sally Sunshine]

I like it! It was a good simple poem, with a good easy to see meaning, and fabulous imagery!!! Fabulous job, and I hope some of your stress is lessend...lessesend?... lesend?... URG!!! I can't freakin' spell!!!

[Aleyah]

Hah...nice symbolism...I like this, but stress blows...xD But I like that it's simple and expresses meaning without going overboard, I really like the lines, "Another month. The thoughts cover my eyes." good write :)