Stress

May 27, 2012
By Meeegan PLATINUM, Henderson, Nevada
Meeegan PLATINUM, Henderson, Nevada
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Vain to my heart,
Pumping my blood,

Get the pressure up


High.



Higher.

A greedy mistress,
Wanting my everything,
Taking and Twisting
What was once

Good

Bad

My life.

Into it’s little ball,
A deep gray shadow,
That obstructs my vision.

It hates me so much
That it almost becomes my friend.
Always there to add a little nudge,
Has to put in its input.

Stress must be female.
For all the

Nagging

Pain
Like little pinpricks
Constantly reminding me

“You are gonna fail”
“Not much time left”
“Now what will you do?”

Stress.
Vain to my heart,
Pumping my blood.
The beat of my life.



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