Wednesday, 3 May 2017

Stress - is the word my dear friend.

Stress kills me with the pile of workload each day,
How do I endure this or make it go away?

I'm either feeling weak or drained when I don't sleep,
In bed at night I wonder why thoughts run so deep.

They ask me of I'm ill or sad,
It's just stress my friends don't feel bad.

Do you notice how I walk with a slow pace,
Bruised; torn apart catch me when I fall just in case.

I woke up and thought to myself why I care less,
Because nothing ever is right when everything is a mess.

Stress is man's worst enemy you agree?
Will stress set me free?

                                                                                                                                Teesha
                                                                                                                                20/4/2017



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