September 11, 2005


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    STRESS

    How can one be rid of it
    when even though one sleeps
    it finds a way - it sneaks right past
    and into dreams it creeps

    ~*~

    Unwanted invador

    oozing into tiny crevices,
    filling up empty spaces,
    Slipping in between things
    upon which one should concentrate,

    preying upon
    last vestiges
    of sanity.

    Chaos reigns.
    Stress rules.
    Peace waits.

    ©drc 2005

Comments (3)

  • Very good poem...and it's so true...wish I could be a kid where stress is little to none!

  • Ahhh--peace and stress--living la vida  loca--Thanks for being such a good reader of other people's hearts.

  • I know how you feel, I have become fairly stressed of late, good luck with banishing the stress deamons

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