Baskadia

A heavy weight upon my chest,

It's like a stone, it won't be pressed.

I try to breathe, but it's too much,

I'm drowning in this ocean of such.

I want to scream, but no sound comes out,

I'm trapped inside this silent shout.

I want to cry, but no tears will fall,

I'm dry and empty, like a desert wall.

I want to run, but my legs won't move,

I'm stuck here, like a statue in the groove.

I want to die, but I'm too afraid,

Of what comes next, I'm so afraid.

So I sit here, in this dark and cold,

With my grievance, and my heavy load.