It’s a whirlwind and it won’t stop
Throwing responsibility at me like debris
It’s burdens fighting on my collarbones,
Won’t they finally crush me and set me free?
It’s a weight that sits like a rock in my ribs
It’s a selfish mistress, taking and fuming, that never gives
It’s a splinter that breached a paper-cut
It’s the Garden of Eden plagued by smut
It’s the beeping of the monitor when you wish for a flatline
It’s a call to arms, a screeching, jarring deafening whine
It’s the fearful gaze as the clock chimes faster
It’s an anxious flood of dread you’re unable to master
It’s a longing for what you know cannot be reached
It’s an itch for salvation with no one there to preach
It’s barriers that crumble instead of defend
It’s the knowledge you’re without strength, but you still pretend
It’s a raging battle to redeem your soul
Until you fall still and you’re just no more.