Stress is a deep, black, hole.
that is hard to free oneself from
a seemingly bottomless pit
cold and dark
deep and empty
filled with with jagged rocks
sharp as teeth
they rip and tear at hope.
Stress consumes people
Getting worse by the second
It can hurt people
It can drive them insane
It can kill them
It spreads like a disease from one person to the next
constricting like a snake
Leaving a sickening stench
Other times it just lingers
like a heavy weight
crushing those caught beneath it
It can hide itself well
It can be barely detectable
Lodging itself deep within the person's mind
Hiding behind their thoughts
Devouring the person from the inside like a parasite
You can try to get rid of it,
But the epidemic is growing
And you're already infected.
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I Was Really Bored.
PoetryWhen I am bored, my mind wanders. I sometimes find myself writing random things. Most of it is either poetry or songs. A lot of it is sort of weird, but I have decided to post some of the stuff that I think is actually good on here for other peop...
