Buried

An avalanche of paper
pushing down on me like snow.
The never ending numbers
seem to grow and grow and grow.
And when I catch a glimpse
of the sunrise in the east.
I feel the water in my lungs
drowning in defeat.

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Fabulous this is you at your best. So profound! So essential.

[Timothy Hatter]

It reminds me of calculus and physics in college. I liked it. It was short and simple, but defeat in itself is such an intense feeling hard to take lightly.