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.
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Hello! The name I'm going by on the site is Trizdy Plat. I began writing poems in ninth grade, when I met my first friend at the high school. I had never really thought much about it, but I've always loved writing stories, even thought I'm not very good. I decided to try my hand at poetry instead, and here we are! I mainly write about love and relationships, even though I'm pretty much clueless in both areas. I find that poetry has a way of communicating what you want to say, even if what you're saying makes no sense. Right?
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