The Weight

All this life weighs on my neck, leaning harder and harder

I can’t wrap my head around this looming stress, growing larger and larger

It gets too heavy, rapidly, my brain is receding

Into the jaws of my face, my cheeks appear to be sinking

Barely able to walk, talk, eat, or think

It feels impossible to verge change’s brink, or even envision the possibility

Having minimal time, low capacity, and limited ability

I’m finding difficulty escaping this mentality; this reality staring back at me

Hair is disappearing; weakened, and the facial lines have deepened

They never leave, though I could altogether

Maybe I should have half-a-mind to leave things better

The pressure’s expanding quite too vast; and all too fast, half of life just passed

Feel me? Hear me? Care?

I’m only here where living took me, in the middle of nowhere