In the mind of the stressed

"My weight has dropped,
Face has sunken,
Words are soft
Body roughen.
I am trying
But for I,
I feel as if I am dying.
The stress is here,
The race is on,
To keep the mind in control.
As it is running rampid.
Feeling sidelined,
Feeling hell has taken me.
My skin is cracking,
Bones broken and sore.
Fingers over torn and more
Death has come for me,
Surely I was already there.
Having this struggle alone,
Something I can't bare.
Burning me through the core.
I see my life ending,
With no rule bending.
Burning me down to the bone..
No end in site,
My life has always been a fight.
Can I make the night..
And wake to see the light....


"

©Rudi Jensen