Stress

by Mallary   Feb 12, 2007


Stress
the hot blood flows through my veins
and the sweat makes a puddle on my back.
the intensity of the situation is high
and i am confused with my own human emotions.
my head is spinning a mile a minute
i cannot even speak for fear i'll have no voice.
what is occurring and whom can i talk to
i am lost in a dark gloomy tunnel and i cannot see the light
the ones i have held close to me in the past have vanished into the darkness.
i am now here to swelter in the hidden corners of my own stress filled life.

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