Strain and Stress

the strain and stress come up so slowly

its behind me in all corners and below me

i try and run away from these painful thoughts

but they catch up and consume me in every lot

its like taking 1 step forward and one step back

if only if i was stronger or if i had nothing i lack

im like a helpless cat stuck up in a tree

with nobody around not even one to help me

the stress keeps coming even on the happiest of days

so i tend to sit around and smoke it away

that doesnt work nor does it give any help

blackening my lungs and nothing is dealt

one day ill crack with this constant pressure

i wont able to stand it and this i'm sure

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Finish Line

im so close

standing right there

from the finish line

but its not fair

i hesitate

im glued on the ground

my feet dont move

in a cement mound

is this truly the end

of my misery

these many wasted years

was it meant to be

the doubts come to mind

all flashes and blurs

filling my head

of what ifs and cures

is it really the end

once i pass the line

how do i know

if i will be fine

i shake my head

my mind is spinning

its not the finish

its just the beginning

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Rainy Days

the water falls down

hitting my face

like a leaking faucet

from outer space

it pours down

cleansing my soul

but it seems like

my heart is just a bowl

the emptiness inside

fills up very quickly

because its raining so hard

that it hurts me

the cold shower

covers myself

soaking my clothes

and ruining my health

why do i sit there

all in the rain

thinking about

my inside pain

i become soaked

in God's tears

He is crying for me

is what i fear

even the Almighty

up in the clouds

gives me pity

for crying out loud

but i still sit

with my head down

cigarette in hand

only a frown

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