Condensed Emotions

It’s very heavy
under the painful slew
condensed emotions
and emptied cans
of Campbell’s soup
A sip
and salty slurp
brings back
all the tears
and emotions.
Like Atlas
my back is aching,
but I don’t have
the Titanic strength needed
to keep this up
for eternity.
Everything I consume
will eventually
need to be
gotten rid of.
I consume
and take on
more and more.
I’m proud of
what I have
what I’ve accomplished,
and so is everyone else.
But collapse
is nearing.
Like a swollen balloon
I spit and I heave
until bit by bit
I am freed up.
But like this
I feel
too light,
too airy…
I need replacements,
so the cycle repeats

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