Stress

I have a new friend

and this new friend

my new buddy he’s been

and has been for days.

 

He hangs around

without a sound

silently bringing me down

and has been for days.

 

He’s like a cloak,

still hanging until I woke

All his time to me he devotes

and has been for days.

 

His presences, he’ll press.

My anger he’ll test.

His name is Stress

and has been for days.

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Posted on April 11, 2012, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Ah, so that bastard visits you too, eh?

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