WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

It’s the first of the month and we know whatever that means! Poets, Choose your own syllabic poetry form, theme, words, images, etc. It’s up to you!
This week I chose a simple Etheree.
Pressure

The
pressure
Weighs heavy
My shoulders bend
Dragging me under
With fear in tidal waves
Blindly I search but in vain
The answer is hidden from me
One foot after the other deeper
Caught up in the quagmire, under pressure.
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