fauxcroft

Pressure building

With no release valve,

It’s not even a question

If things are going to blow,

There are no if’s

And there are no maybe’s,

Hear my screams

And then you will know,

Buried under others demands

Life is not ours to command,

Gritting teeth biting down hard

Clenched fists are pounding,

On an indestructible wall.