WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

It’s the first of the month and we know whatever that means! Poets, Choose your own syllabic poetry form, theme, words, images, etc. It’s up to you!

This week I chose a simple Etheree.

Pressure

The

pressure

Weighs heavy

My shoulders bend

Dragging me under

With fear in tidal waves

Blindly I search but in vain

The answer is hidden from me

One foot after the other deeper

Caught up in the quagmire, under pressure.

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