Poem#4

Feel it?

Voices that can't be silenced,

Unknown whose they are—

Sometimes pounding, soft, or sharp,

Whispers riding winds.

Yet when they still,

A horrifying storm awaits.

Invisible pressure,

With no choice but to bear it.

It piles on top—

Nothing stops for you.

Even time

Waits for no one.

Can you feel it?

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.

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When do you feel pressure?

Whether from outside or within—

I think we all go through it,

And we all

Will conquer it.

And become

Another victory.