Beneath the rock slide
I lie gasping.
So many stones squashing
the life out of me,
Covid, isolation, tension,
anxiety in others,
illness, recent deaths,
responsibility, each a
pebble piled
until breathing seems
an impossibility.
Where is the safety crew
to clear the debris
so we can be well,
be free of despair,
be who we used
to be.

Crushed December 15, 2021
Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:55 pm
Tags: consonance, Covid, exhaustion, extended metaphor, mental health, metaphor, pandemic, stress, struggle
Tags: consonance, Covid, exhaustion, extended metaphor, mental health, metaphor, pandemic, stress, struggle

I really like this. It gave a little tug soul.