Stressed
Overwhelming stress
Like a ton of bricks on her chest
It lingers like a pest
Much more complex than chess
She has no strength left to test
Her mind is drained
A tense body remains
Her soul is heavy with pain
On the verge of going insane
She's emotionless and growing numb
Preparing for what’s to come
She's ready to run
Lay
Copyright © Walayee Poet Lay Whitlock-Ishway | Year Posted 2011
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