No More Stress
As I turn on the tv all I see is pain
I can't stop the hurt nor the insane
I have to use my head; I have to use my brain.
I turn on some music that will sink through my skin
and I realize a poem is all I need within,
It helps my think and even comprehend.
Poetry is not just words, but it relieves my stress
of all the problems, of all the mess
It gets me through the day; even before I undress.
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