Poetry

Stressed

My brain won’t shut up,

It’s constantly thinking.

The things I haven’t finished,

Haven’t even started,

Circle in my mind 24/7.


I need peace,

A break.

Life is too much work.

Everything takes too long.

And now,

I can’t breathe.


Is it true?

There’s a balance between work and play?

I highly doubt that.

Life in general feels like work.

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