The Stressed Man Poem by Timothy Long

tis when the man came around,
feeling quite down,
evermore the stress gets him down,
his life was an up and down battle from the begining,
they isolate him and make him strive to battle and feel liberated,
the judgement of others try to hinder him so,
happiness is the key but is locked away in the depths of the mind,
to fail the goal is to be basically dead,
to stay put or to move along,
the music will sedate our nerves,
society is hard and brutal my dear as he calms down,
morality protecting is what this man did alone,
the stress slowley is dissapering,
with an inspiring mark he strives to finish his task,
with his dark mask breaking,
he smiles from the shadows coming into the light,
with consistentness,
with no hindering,
hath my soul,
is there a devil in my heart
gone for evermore