Push

[moot]

Push

Curl up

Protect yourself
Your head
Your Heart
your Being

The onslaught

Push forward
one step

Each moment a lost one

Nothing to sink into
Nothing to become

The torrent continues

Breathe.  Recall the Reason

But death, ever present.  cutting

Each moment a thief
stealing your soul
steeling your soul

I Like this poem. I get the impression, from reading this, of repression. Of being pushed down. As if the authors limbs are weighted. Of moving underwater. I think there is a lot of good material to work with. As a constructive criticism, I thought there should be more use of simile. I liked the ending. The idea that it ends on, what could be considered a positive note.