The Ceiling.

I feel the weight of the ceiling sometimes 
The heavyness of the air bends my bones 
I scream 
But my lungs are compressed 
And the sound is trapped  

I then imagine pictures above me 
Moments of when things were happy 
Back when I was okay 
I was weightless then 

Things are different now 
I bear the tonnage of the atmosphere 
I carry the sky. 

Reviews

[DeathHaze]

Love to read more of your work and keep writing :)

[Jennifer Kiser]

Thankyou! Just posted another