steady pressure
it comes in the morning and sits upon my chest
waking me with reminders of the ways i’m in its debt
can’t you leave me be?
can’t you spare me, please?
i just want the quietness
the sunshine cracks the blisters on the window
now it comes in the daytime
and squats upon my thighs
slowing down my movements
dragging down my mind
leave me as i am
i am the wrong one
i just want the quietness
the sun’s on my back and the dampness in my bones
now it comes in the evening
puts its hands across my mouth
applying steady pressure
filling me with doubt
these two hot hands
i cannot stand
i just want the quietness
the sun burns on as if it would without me