Pressure
I’m laying under a blanket
I inhale my own warm breath
What a comfort
It’s cold outside
Outside is merely a room
The power cut
How lucky am I
To be kept warm by my cramping lungs
To be kept so healthy and safe
Happy pressed
By the unsurmountable weight that you left
You left me alone knowing I will stay
No need to come check
I can’t move
I won’t move
Your blanket preserves me
It weights me so I might sleep
I inhale my warm breath
Knowing I’ll be warm still
When I have left
I’m burnout for a long time now and lately found the energy to write some short poems. English isn’t my first language and I don’t have a lot of energy left to edit the poems myself, so all critique is welcome!
https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/Ooo5YL5CTh https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/Ooo5YL5CTh