Stress

Wed, 01/04/2017 - 20:29 -- cdymond

Overwhelming.

Consuming.

Darkness.

Depression.

Chaos swirling

I am winning over you.

Your mind is mine

I have a grip

I will not let you slip.

You will not leave my hold

I'm too big for you to conquer.

Listing.

Waiting.

Weight on your shoulders

You can't do it all

But you will try

And I'll be there to watch you cry.

Tears streaming.

Heart beating.

I am here, rejoicing in your pain.

You've settled down

But I still have my crown.

Don't drown.

One assignment done.

You can't do it.

Another one done.

You can't do it. 

And another and another.

As I squirm and think to myself

"She can't actually do this can she?"

Warrior pose and a stretch

Down comes espresso.

You can't do it.

I look down.

I am shrinking. 

"You can't do it!" I scream.

Clinging for my grip on her

I try not to let her slip.

I am diminishing.

I see light!

I am gone.

Vanished.

Over.

Through.

But I will be there

Lurking in the corner.

Waiting

For that moment of weakness.

This poem is about: 
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