the stress i feel
starts as my eyes dim
my brains says too much light
but my vision blurs, its not night
my cheeks feel the strain of a weight
as a frown appears, any joy placates
my necks folds forward, crown to base
but my head hangs high, betrayed by my face
my temples feels the pressure as my vision blurs
my mind stay clear, overrun by the obsurd
breathing deep, looking for air
my temples swell, nostrils flare
my brain feels the flow, my lungs the drag
the relief i see, but once again its here
the stress i abhore
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