Pressure

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He felt the pressure-

Mountainous expectations, societal obligations, amorous frustrations,

So he thought it was the perfect pressure valve-

A circle of gold with a large shiny stone- itself surviving critical pressure and sky high temperature to insure its stability-

But the fault lines in the relationship were too deep

And the pressure valve exploded-

Along with his heart and his wallet-

And all was for naught

And now he sits alone in the dark while a new sort of pressure builds and reaches for a new pressure reliever in liquid- or sometimes tablet- form

Not realizing that the new game he’s trying to play

Will cause the pressure to build into a thunderous tornado irrevocably running roughshod potentially crushing him completely