there is a great pressure from above, below, around
i am as a ship, sinking slowly to the bottom of a great trench
ill equipped to manage the force closing in

my outlook, my view of the outside, begins to distort and twist
my supporting braces begin to buckle
screws shear, metal screeches

water begins to pour in
rooms fill up, possessions are ruined, furniture and materials flood
feelings, desires, hopes, dreams, these of much value yet little substance, float freely, until they too are overcome.

I come to rest at the bottom
mangled and torn, damaged and broken
beyond hope, beyond repair, beyond reach

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