Buried Responsibilities

Bills stack like bricks, heavy on my chest,

each letter a weight, a long-winded quest.

Unopened, they whisper, a chorus of dread,

a reminder of burdens that dance in my head.

The kitchen table groans under fiscal despair,

while each numbered promise pulls tighter the snare.

Reality looms like a shadow in flight,

drowning in debt, I can’t find the light.