Stress

What possible could be so strong,

That it demolishes those of the strongest wills?

So fierce that it tear apart the toughest?

So crushing it wreck the fittest?

What possible be so draining,

That it reduce the brightest to tears?

So horrifying it brings the mightiest to their knees?

So monstrous it leads the highest to their graves?

There is only one thing that inhabits the world that has such a dark demeanor.

Stress.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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