Stress Free - Poem by Daniel Bunt
It's strange with me,
Something must be wrong..
If somethings up,
I still hold strong.
No matter the reason,
Or the people around.
It has no effect on me..
As strange as that may sound.
But it doesn't end there,
There's much more to tell.
I should be stressed now,
But why am I not? Bloody hell!
Even something important,
Like money worries - Or Bills.
The stress is just shrugged off,
Like im off somewhere over the hills.
My family it effects,
My friends them too.
Even my team mates..
I know that much is true.
Yet for some unspoken reason,
Maybe its my brain?
Surely somethings wrong with me,
Please, can someone explain.
I go about my business,
Most days without fuss.
Even critical moments in life..
I will treat those with no rush.
It seems tomorrow always comes,
Yesterday just a day gone.
Yet I always hold my head up high,
And I just keep moving on.
But its without stress it seems,
This is my true demise.
I have absolutely none,
When most surely.. there should be some?
Maybe one day ill crack?
Will it build up all inside?
Is that what I am doing?
Do I have something to hide?
I don't know whats wrong with me,
Maybe nothing at all.
Maybe its something that's bigger..
Then anyone has ever seen before.
I just want you all to know,
That should the day come.
If I really need your help,
I really hope you all will come.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem