It leans upon you
Dragging you as you try to move forward
Invisible quicksand holding you back
Slowly it creeps up your body
Immobilizing your legs, your spine
Shivers run down your back
Under goosefleshed skin
Fear begins to press against your chest
A boulder impossible to dislodge
And you begin to drown in
Stony waters, waves hard like diamonds
As they crash upon your shoulders
Your head swiftly dunks beneath the surface
Hands shooting up toward the hard, icy crust in vain
Your throat fills with scratching, painful shards
Tearing your skin and lungs apart
As you silently scream with your last, dying breath
You are paralyzed, out there in the jungle
A gun barrel pointed at your head
Click
Author notes
Inspired by the book "The Things They Carried" by Tim O'brien. We had to write a poem based on the weight of fear as a response to this book, so this is what I came up with.
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