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Tension

I feel sick. Self-destructive and agitated I struggle. My body aches as stress pulls at the wires in my brain, frying my nerves and shutting off rationality. Stress collects in my fibrous tissue, sitting stagnant as more of it builds, like accumulating blood platelets forming a clot in someone's vein. It becomes incapacitating as it crawls up toward my jaw, stiffening each muscle in its path, the constant pressure causing my brain to pulsate against my skull. My skin prickles and burns, but my nails are blue like the circles under my eyes. I am in a state of fight or flight, but the reasons to me are unknown...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 10/15/2010 8:59:00 PM
this is a very descriptive poem on stress. I can't relate to it because I have never let situations grate on me this way. If it is something I can't control, I just deal with it that way and don't get stressed. Good work. Charles
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