Pressure

This free verse poem is about releasing the pressures of a working day. They can sometimes seem like a constant burden to some; trying to get free from any unwanted pressures. May I just add that this poem is meant for performance so please keep this in mind when you read, thanks.

Pressure

Stomp, Stomp,

the pounding of the workers’ march

almost mechanical, the robotics of humanity.

Left, Right

Left, Right

marching for a purpose,

escaping the employer’s maze

workers remain within its grasp,

stomping left, right,

living with squares, direction with straight lines

 

No.

 

Turn three sixty

changes are possible,

pressure sneers in my ear

no escape in my maze,

pushing boundaries, an opening appears.

a light beyond sights reach,

backwards to get forwards

pressure amuses itself,

pounding turns to running

the employer begins to quake, succumbing to my force

 

I am free.

 

gone is the maze

golden rays melt away the rusty armour,

the soul begins to breathe.

fresh air encased within my lungs

the time bomb has stopped,

nothing but the waves flowing

in and out,

in and out,the mind at ease,

not a memory lost, not a thought disrupted

pressure has retreated.

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