StressA Poem by DariusWaist deep in tangled thoughts. Slowly, the pile grows.
A year goes by. The pile reaches my neck.
Struggling to breath, but still alive, I manage.
Another month. The thoughts cover my eyes.
Unable to talk or see, I take it.
I fear that soon, the pile will crush me
Without a breath, I will die.
© 2011 DariusAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on May 15, 2011 Last Updated on May 15, 2011 AuthorDariusMAAboutHey there! I'm Darius Taro, a 14 year old MALE Asian person! I like horror movies, swimming, video games, RAMEN, and writers cafe! I've been stressed lately, so I took a one year break. BUT GUESS WHA.. more..Writing
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