Irrelevance

My feelings currently

Stress

My heart can’t keep up with the tempo of my life

My brain can’t process the whirlwind scenes of work work and

More work

Stress

I am becoming it

It is becoming my entire being

Stress

The pain in my chest grows as the sane voice in my head gets

Quieter and quieter

The screaming of the quickening pulse of overthinking gets

Louder and louder

My heart beating quicker and quicker running at lightning speed

Sprinting into nowhere in the hope of finding peace until

It stops

Everything slows as my lungs fill with water, drowning me in thick solace

Softening the feeling in my fingertips

Drifting

Slowly drifting into nothing

Becoming the irrelevance I always thought I was

Peace

Finally.