That prickling feeling on
the back of your neck
Must try to keep calm,
Not allow it to wreck.
Your sanity,
Lose your sense of
humanity.
And yet...
When that first wave
comes
It's hard not to
succumb.
The second wave
Hits and
soon
You're broken
To bits
And before
You have a moment
To gather yourself
You're enveloped
By that
hollow
wrenching
Feeling of
Stress.
YOU ARE READING
A poem per day
ŞiirA place for poems. One year. 365 poems. A challenge, a journey - a quest to be a better writer.
