Poetry

More Stress (#1266)

I can practically taste the stress,
On my back, I can feel it press,
It can filet me to the bone,
And weighs upon me like stone,
More topples on the more I shed,
I’m getting crushed in my head,
How in the world do I survive?
For that matter how do I thrive?
I’m stubborn and iron-willed,
But I feel like I’m getting killed,
Head down and plow through,
Time to do what I need to do,

Any Thoughts?

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