Thursday, January 11, 2018

Stress: A Poem

Stress is not the best
I say this from a point of rest
I can feel my heart flutter
And my demon's mutter
I cannot deal with this
And also rightfully exist
I need to slow down and chew my food
Try not to be rude

I can do this
Breath relax
Chillax and ease
Rest assured
I cannot die
My cursing and my sighs
Com from a certain cry
A battle cry
I say

And I'll scream FUCK to the sky
But it will not take me down
I'll turn my frown upside-down
And I'll fight on
And no one will defeat me
You best believe.

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