when does too much become too much and why do we keep on repeating it?
And my life, is one hell of a ride.
I just can't get enough, of this god aweful stuff,
That's eating me, from the inside.
It scrambles my brain , makes me go quite insane,
But for all I just hold it together.
Looking quite cool,like I'm having a ball,
As I'm reaching the end of my tether.
The mere mention of work ,drives my poor brain berserk,
And the near past pain memories, seem murky.
For when the jobs done,and my workload is none,
My whole being, goes into cold turkey.
I'll just take on more, so much more than before,
And the stress, well I'll just have to mask it.
And I'll dream, of the ways,
To reach much better days.
As they carry me out, in a casket !
Poetry by stevelee
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Written on 2006-09-12 at 21:13
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STRESS addict
Yes, I confess, I'm addicted to stress.And my life, is one hell of a ride.
I just can't get enough, of this god aweful stuff,
That's eating me, from the inside.
It scrambles my brain , makes me go quite insane,
But for all I just hold it together.
Looking quite cool,like I'm having a ball,
As I'm reaching the end of my tether.
The mere mention of work ,drives my poor brain berserk,
And the near past pain memories, seem murky.
For when the jobs done,and my workload is none,
My whole being, goes into cold turkey.
I'll just take on more, so much more than before,
And the stress, well I'll just have to mask it.
And I'll dream, of the ways,
To reach much better days.
As they carry me out, in a casket !
Poetry by stevelee
Read 467 times
Written on 2006-09-12 at 21:13
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