A PD poem: Sometimes

Sometimes

Sometimes

You feel trapped

Deep inside a narrow burrow

Underground

And the air around you is

So thin, so smoky, so bleak

Like a nightmare

Suffocating you

Under a pillow

Sometimes

Pain grabs you

From your toes

And creeps up

Like a slithering snake

All the way

To your heart

Sometimes

Your voice is only a whisper

As soft and quiet 

As snowflakes falling from the sky

And your words get mixed up

Like naughty children

Playing in the schoolyard

Sometimes

It feels as if giant roots are growing fast

Under your feet

Holding you down

Like a big maple tree

In the middle of nowhere

Sometimes

You walk slower than a tortoise

Carrying your heavy shell

Of worries

And things slip

through your fingers

Like sand through an old hourglass

Sometimes

Your lids are so heavy

You long to sleep

Like a bear in a winter cave

But the heat wave that hits you

Is so intense

You leave water footprints

Behind you

Sometimes

You resemble a big burst balloon

Floating in the sea

The happy party moments

Are long behind you

And the only thing left

Is to pray