Sadness

You can feel the pressure heat behind your eyes.

A little blurry vision can't prepare you enough,

For the two hundred pound weight on your chest,

The panic,

Or the hyperventilating.

All reason flies away like a bird migrating south.

For a moment,

If you allow it,

You're angry

And bitter.

You scream instead of biting your tongue.

Should you let a person bury you alive,

Even if that person is yourself?