Pressure Weight Poem by Matthew Peel

There's never a day that goes by
When life storms the beaches
Of your conscious and attacks
Every strain of sanity you behold
Bodies lay motionless, red water swells
Putrid and pungent, decay stains the air
A war on both soils, fighting for control
Just for the blissful release of sorrow
Your psyche breaks and reality dwindles
Where will you go when it's over?
Between the light and fire that clash
In the crumbling skies above us
Throw out your hands, hide your heart
Within your head, you're worlds apart.