Stress! ! ! Poem by Harry St Vincent Beechey
Stress! ! !
What is this thing called stress?
Everyone is suffering from it.
Everyone is under it.
It causes things,
Is the result of things,
Creates itself
Spreads like fire
But more silently.
Those under it cannot escape without
The help of others who see.
The seers are mediums -
They contact the cause,
They Converse,
Illucidate.
Expunge
Exorcise
It is all so stressful
They succumb.
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