by Jha'zhae Ponder
weighs on me.
It steps on my bones, crackling.
I can’t breathe.
I’m haunted by the secrets in these walls.
The four walls suffocate me, watch me
as I scream in the shower every day.
The tears burn my face, skin
as they drip from my dead soul.
The thoughts of walking in front of a train,
or a burning building. Consume me.
The weight overcomes me.
I surrender to the burden,
to a life I never asked for.
The weight wins, mockingly.
It’s shuffling a deck that never ends.
It smiles at me, as I fall unto the floor in
a puddle of pure desperation.
My soul withers beneath the black smoke.