It feels like the world is trying to crush me.
As if the clouds in the sky are bearing down on me with the weight of one thousand tons.
And it's becoming too much to bear.
Each time I begin to stand up the world pushes me once again and I fall back to the ground,
like cookie crumbs on the kitchen linoleum.
12.13.17
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naïve
Poetryan ongoing collection of the ups and downs of my life in poetry from around October 2016 up until the present date :)
