I stress,stress much more than a child of my age
Venting my inconspicuous rage
Stressing a lot,past event cling in my brain
Much more than I could carry,
My head is few decades from a volcano
I've read stories of the despresssed,it sounds like a stress
Walking for miles in a year's day
A lot to carry,a lot to bury,a lot to be burdened
Till this sorrow purge not my soul
I screen for a setting,whence I flee from stress
Sees me in a wick of retrogress
Life's a stress,
When you need progress
Like everyone does,
Verily,verily,man's stress of a winnowing chaff
Stomping thy grounds at the might of a staff
Stress is chaff,clocks tick in minds without having a feel of a day
© #maker_rules