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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October 15, 2010 at 8:59 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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