What started out as a normal day escalated,
The piles grew larger than life, or so in a sense.
My life had become these piles.
Saying that would be telling a lie,
These pile consumed my life.
There was not a crumb left for me to look back to.
This had started out a simple task,
Once a day, to twice a day,
Soon the environment I was placed in became home,
Letting myself feel comfortable was my downfall.
Soon enough I was not alone, I had friends and
places to go,
Every night seemed like a blessing, this happiness
I was feeling bought forth by people other than me.
And there, in the place I called home the pile
waited,
The pile was rejected and they were vengeful.
Anticipating my movements, it hid. Making me struggle
When I thought I had found it, it was gone.
Sounds echoing from wall to wall
What had happened here?
Was the pile trying to consume me as well?
The shadow from my bottomed feet, stripped from my
sole
I didn’t know what was going on,
How did I let it get let to this level?
I bellowed with every nerve rattling in my body
“what do you want from me!”
The breath completely lifted out of me.
Fear had filled in the courage that was rapidly
exiting my body
My skin pale, as if all the pigments in my skin
decided to die together
A suicide of my organ, the organ that had always protected
me.
I had brought this upon myself
Procrastination with I hint of laziness
The words that I couldn’t bring out of my mouth,
as simple as I’m sorry.
