The end of my world began a day ago.
Projects and papers due every which way.
When the stress piled up, began to overflow.
I have to keep strong, I just have to obey.
Continue to push my thoughts on paper.
The time is close I can't do it later.
Taking out info quite like a scraper.
Just like a bomb that creates a crater.
I work for hours looking for details.
To fill the lines of stories to behold.
The words written so great that they prevail
Finish it off with a story untold.
When it is finished the stress goes away.
Even though it comes again I'll be ok.