A heavy memory brings you down,
in your heart carrying the weight
and toll of sentimental burden,
of monumental silent despair.
The emotional gravity forces you under,
with the steep increase of momentum
manifested in the overwhelming pressure
that now brings tears to bloodshot eyes.
A vacuum of angst inside your chest,
no rules of physics can help you now:
there are no pulleys to help you lift
the colossal agony that crushes you under.
At this point, some succumb to the knife,
others to the abuse of substances;
some yield to fantasy or dreams,
for the way within brings oniric escapism.
As for us, we don’t deem any choice
to be either perfectly valid or invalid:
we resort to words, lighter than air,
to give us wings and elevate us from our misey.