Pressure

The ocean tide changes,

so do I.

The ocean tide comes and goes,

so do I.

The ocean tide roars on the coast of life,

so do I.

The flower on the side of the road blossoms in the sun,

but did I?

The flower soaks up the sun in all its glory,

but did I?

The flower’s petals snap off at the sight of a rainstorm,

so did mine.

The flower became limp and lifeless,

who am I?

The sun rises up in the sky,

but where am I?

The moon falls down on the dark night,

and it falls on me.

The weight I feel,

is crushing me.

This poem is about: 
Me

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