pressing
constant increased pressure
pushing in on my mind
on my awareness
some message
blank
lost
too much from without
crowding the within
losing myself
scream
confusion
too many demands draining
nothing left inside there
get out of my head
I need that space
IT IS MINE!!!!!!!
I made a pledge to myself to write a poem a day for the entire year. Now to follow through. I preface this with a reminder; most of the poems written for this year long project will be done so spontaneously and therefore will not be edited. Bear with me on this. The project goal is to get them written over getting them perfect. Several times there will simply be the poem with no title. When that happens suggestions for a title will be welcomed in the comments.
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To one day look back on this moment of pressure will inform you, as it does us. You are insistent about the need for your head to be clear. The words help to create that sensation of the pressure: the short, the use of phrases, the use of strong words. It's painful to read.
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