Unwanted stress

Stress is the bodies way of saying your mind meeds rest
Just think of it as parents not giving children guidance
I'd rather be flying than couped inside frying
I love silence

Hoping i don't hear too many sirens
The call to me while I'm lying
Forcefully into my ear vibrance
Vibrancy challenging me violently

Poetry my only outlet
Off-set and pessimistic
The rings on my fingers have left

Why are my thoughts clouded in darkness, death and regret.

This poem is about: 


Mohamed Tahir

Stress off my chest.

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