Drowning

I'm talking about the metaphorical kind

(but not really).

You can die from stress.

My teacher once told me

if you got sick enough

your brain melts and you drown.

To put it bluntly,

you drown in your brain.

In the thoughts

that pour out your

eyes, ears, and nose.

You sumberge your face,

you cannot breathe.

So in the metaphorical way

you drown,

yes.

But you can also drown in stress

that can consume you,

so you sink while

standing on dry land.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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