Stress

A poem of my stress

It builds up slowly without detection

Calamity creation feeling frail

Deadly eyes watch every connection

As you constantly wonder when you'll fail

     5 Negativities overwhelm your brain

Corruption begins to corrode your soul

People hover contemplating the pain

Unable to fill in the deep dark hole

Waiting to encompere many a task

   10 That pile between days stacking on you

It lays there in wait bound behind a mask

Deceiving you false of words you may knew

Stress holds us in bind yet pulls us away

Locked in chains we are and are where we stay

Reviews

[Carolynn]

Life would be great if there was no stress but sadly we have to put up with it to survive .... or do we?

[Castilios]

Stress is due to lack of time to get everything done at one's personal pace. I think the real enemy is time :P. (Maybe I'll write a poem about that...)