What stress is to me
Is different to you
Stress may eat at you,
But it rips me in two.
Clawing at the very base of my throat,
It grabs a hold on my mind and it won't let go.
Weighing down my body with endless drag
Every single footstep of mine starts to lag
Slower and slower until I fall down
Try to get up, but my face is buried in the ground.
Supports pull me up on all sides
But it only pulls my muscles, makes me want to cry
The never ending soreness of my muscles and mind
I never can find the time to fully unwind
The stress overtakes me and I start to bend
Drown again in the sorrow
Hope to god you can mend.
Can you take up your sword and fight for me?
Stand alone as one on one,
Yet who you're fighting is three
Towers above you with darkness clouding the sky
And I am collapsed in the corner to cry
If you are brave enough to fight against my stress,
Then you my friend,
You deserve my caress.
-a slam poem by Markie Patrick Elliot, 5/18/16