Stress Poem by Bryony Sheldon

Stress

Rating: 4.6


Getting reckless like a backer losing fast,
Sweatin' bullets ‘cause you know that you can't turn back,
In a panic, sprinting, ‘cause time is all you need.
Watch out everybody- there's a madman on the street!

Paranoia turning you inside and out,
If they don't move you'll just have to run them down.
Mind is racing- make haste is what you gotta do.
But to make haste is waste; perhaps haste is making you?

Friday, November 2, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: crazy,insanity,insomnia,panic,race,stress,time,worry
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Inspired by the opening lines of Thunderstruck. I could've made it longer and added more detail, but I wanted the meaning to remain subjective. Too stressed to make it any better.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dave Walker 02 November 2018

I always seem stressed these days, then the insomnia kicks in.

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Luz Hanaii 18 May 2019

(Paranoia turning you inside and out, If they don't move you'll just have to run them down.) Stress, paranoia, such wicked feelings, I can relate. Nice penning! 👁

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Sharron Stephenson 24 April 2019

i how know the feeling from the stress thank you for writing

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Castellenas John 29 March 2019

You are right. Stress make us do bad things. Powerful and worthwhile words shared Bryony.

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Dr Antony Theodore 29 December 2018

Mind is racing haste, panic, insane.......... thank you dear poet that you present these moments in its intensity.. thanku. tony

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Dr Antony Theodore 02 November 2018

Mind is racing- make haste is what you gotta do. But to make haste is waste; perhaps haste is making you? a very nicepoem bringing up your point of thinking. thank u dear poet. tony

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