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Stress
I feel the pain in my stomach
getting larger,
it feels like a helium balloon
that isn't getting enough
air.
I take a sip of coffee
but that doesn't seem to do
the trick
coffee just makes me more anxious,
more prone to my own
failings,
more nervous about
my own shortcomings.
The stress is taking over
my life,
the stress of work,
the stress of not having
enough money,
the stress of family.
I need to go on vacation,
book a cruise, maybe,
but I don't make enough
money just yet,
I have to pay the bills.
The only thing that will
help is to read a good book,
to absorb yourself in someone
else's world for awhile.
(Note: still a rough draft, kind of a bad poem, but I wanted to get it out before it was lost.)
getting larger,
it feels like a helium balloon
that isn't getting enough
air.
I take a sip of coffee
but that doesn't seem to do
the trick
coffee just makes me more anxious,
more prone to my own
failings,
more nervous about
my own shortcomings.
The stress is taking over
my life,
the stress of work,
the stress of not having
enough money,
the stress of family.
I need to go on vacation,
book a cruise, maybe,
but I don't make enough
money just yet,
I have to pay the bills.
The only thing that will
help is to read a good book,
to absorb yourself in someone
else's world for awhile.
(Note: still a rough draft, kind of a bad poem, but I wanted to get it out before it was lost.)
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