This schizophrenic life,
I must confess,
Fears the scourge,
the antagonist called stress
I live less, I let ambition contort,
I be the tortoise, my life I abort;
Not completely though,
that would be defeat,
But of past nightmares
I wish no repeat
Memories surface of the burning pain; A sentence in H***,
but I live again
The hare may pass me by
but I'm content
To ramble, not letting envy ferment
Gradual the recovery may be,
Reducing stress is a good remedy
Angela Bean
Copyright ©2009 Angela Bean
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