My body is strapped in, held fast in place.
The mountainous load smacks the desk with full force
Dust disturbed from where it was resting.
I reach for the topmost paper, trembling I slide it down
holding it inches from my face, the words claw at my eyes, my cheeks are red and raw
and as I look up, I see nothing at all except the second mountain that took the paper's place.
Frantic, my muscles race against the load,
I pull and pull and pull and pull
But the more force I exert, the more force it exerts on me
A never ending cycle of the give and take.