Stress
I am giving up
The stress is past the point of throwing up
Every day the same routine
The repetition has become obscene
My hands are blistered, sore and torn
While my face looks old a worn
If my nerves are bent any more
I will snap at the middle and break at the core
Just a little break
To relieve me from more than can take
A rest for the weary is all I ask
A little relief from this stressful task
Copyright © Evan Zeitler | Year Posted 2010
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