Stressed Out

The feeling is weird but I've got to cope

My heart races and I breathe slow

My hand goes to grab the nearest rope

But I pull away as my sanity reloads.

Panic and anxiety are common

Wake up, it is a demon calling

Waste my day in a seething problem

I pace my days till in sleep I fall in.

I worry that there’s too much work

Spread on my desk, it’ll forever lurk

A life stuck alone will really suck

I strive to adorn, oh my feeble luck!

I always postpone what is due soon

Then, lie in silence, afraid of the moon

I lie to myself in my heart’s runes

Covering sunshine with undue monsoon.

By: Arman Yusuf