There’s an atmospheric pressure

By Alyssa Duckworth (Rated G)

There’s an atmospheric pressure
That’s in more than just the air
It’s a sluggish, heavy parasite
That hides behind the glare
Of furrowed brows and knuckles white
Of rigid jaws and words that bite
It feeds upon the senseless hate
Divides our hearts
We think that we accomplish much
With little pearls we dearly clutch
Regrettably our eyes have failed
We’re blind to the glutton
Behind the veil

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