Congested - Day 63
Billions of microscopic organisms war within
Filling the war torn battlefields of breath
With a thick mucous of bloodied dead soldiers
Shutting off my air supply.
Rush hour quickly grinds to a halt
As thousands of cars are herded like cattle to the slaughter house.
Tension slowly builds as fumes replace life giving oxygen
And I struggle to breathe.
Deadlines gather above like dark gloomy storm-clouds
Suffocating the light, quickly building up air pressure,
Bearing down hard, making me feel trapped
As panic shivers my timbers and crushes my chest.
Eager to escape their cubicle slots,
Crowds of faceless entities stuff themselves into the box of transport,
Pushing and prodding and vying for the limited air supply.
Just as my head starts to spin out of control I am saved by the ding.
I have to escape all this congestion!
I need wide open spaces
Of land and sky and water.
Where it is free to breathe.
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Previous posts for this challenge
Day 1: The Pendulum
Day 2: Half In - Half Out
Day 3: Names Will Always Hurt Me
Day 4: Turning
Day 5: No Longer
Day 6: Equilibrium
Day 7: Entangled
Day 8: Shattered
Day 12:Beat Ball WINNING ENTRY! (Intermediate category)
Day 15: The Golden Rule
Day 16: Panic
Day 19: Birthday
Day 20: Bar Room Blues
Day 21:Victory WINNING ENTRY!
Day 22: Just Another Day
Day 23: charming Knights
Day 24: Thank the Gods
Day 25:The Circle of Life WINNING ENTRY!
Day 26:Try Harder
Day 27:Up, Up and Away
Day 28: Grandchild
Day 30: Streams of Life
Day 33:Pep Talk
Day 34: First Steps
Day 35 Passengers
Day 36: Tools
Day 37:Spirit Fruit
Day 38: Perspective
Day 39:Divine Feminine
Day 40: Princess
Day 41: Trading
Day 42: Sky Gazer
Day 43: My Basement is Flooded
Day 44: When Two Spirits Meet
Day 46: Gems
Day 47: Bridges
Day 49: Layers
Day 50: Light
Day 52: Tula
Day 53: Silhouettes
Day 54: Point of vie
Day 55: Hope
Day 56: Feather
Day 57: At Least That’s What They Say
Day 58: Leaking
Day 61: Lift Your Head
Day 62: Make Way
The stopped traffic of vehicles is a nightmare. The smog steals your breath by squeezing your lungs.
Describe a panic attack. Nasty and anguished feeling of being breathless with fear embedded in the bones. The world falling on top and the movement stalking the control of the body. Respiratory congestion is felt throughout the poem. Good job, dear.
The way you allowed yourself to flow within the lines are amazing, you've put in so much effort in other to describe a very hectic congested traffic.
Your metaphors are terrific really, I love the imageries too and the fact that they really paint an exact perfect picture really, I love it so much
This is interesting.
The world is somehow heading to chaos with all it's business and 'busyness'. I saw a picture of that here.
The most interesting part is where you seek your way out of the world's pandemonium.
Interesting.