Added weight
crushes
like dirt
on my shoulders
and in my head
I am buried
alive
under the strain
of your incessant
love and affection
still and cold
I cannot move
I don’t dare breathe
and disturb you
the thinning air –
is there nothing there
afraid to turn
and see
you don’t see
~ Hezaasan (c) 2018
Muttering Retreats 