Building Up

It builds up
Slowly, slyly…
Stacking atop one another,
A mountain of grief.
It keeps growing,
Gradually, unmistakably…
Expanding everyday,
A never ending river of stress.
Until one day,

The building collapses,
And all we're left with
Are corpses
Of once upon a time.

AUTHORS NOTE// I AM SO STRESSED RIGHT NOW. This is my stressfulness in 44 words.