Overburdened. Poem by Nicco Muegge

Overburdened.



before me stands
the death of me
a wave as high -
too high to see

sweat rolls down
into my eyes,
the smell of salt -
my body cries

i can move
but instead i stay,
my mind chooses to -
but instead i stay

i sit down
closing my eyes,
and prepare to be
overcome.

Sunday, September 25, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: pain,thought
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