The following is an entirely random (slightly depressing) poem. Kinda popped into my head today when I was at band practice. Enjoy:
Chest crushing pressure
Builds and builds
Till there's no room left to breathe
And there's no escape
There's never an escape.
You'd think I'd have learned by now
But no, why would I be logical
I just keep letting it happen
I keep gasping for breath
Trying to scream,
But it's not enough
And I slowly slip under
So I have to wonder...
Will I keep coming back up?
To answer your question- yes.
ReplyDeleteIt's depressing, a bit of a whirl wind, but still good.