Stress

All tangled up

In a huge mass of wire

It cuts into my life

The pain burns like fire.

I try to get out

I twist

and I turn

But the wire cuts deeper

And makes my gut churn.

Wound up so tight

There’s no way to escape

It scratches my brain

Until my mind breaks.

 

~smj

 

 

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 actually wrote this poem when I was a teen…  I remember how it bothered me when I wrote it. I didn’t really like it – but, it hit home regardless. I wanted to share it back then, but was afraid people would think I was losing my mind. I remember I wrote it on a desk in school… without my name. People made graffiti comments back to the same effect – either very negatively, or that they could relate. In spite of the negative feedback on that desk, I remember feeling relieved that I wasn’t the only one who felt like that sometimes. So, I was glad I shared it anonymously on that desk. I thought I would share it again now… and see what graffiti it might draw…

One Comment to “Stress”

  1. I think some of the best poems are written by those making the transition from childhood to adulthood. There is such a direct line of communication without artificial devices covering up the truth of the poem.

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