What stress can Do

So much to do,
Not enough time,
It’s just rush, rush, rush,
I know I won’t be fine,

So much stress,
It’s to hard to handle,
Life’s a big mess,
As I burn a candle,

The fires on the wick,
Lighting the night sky,
I feel a bit sick,
As I start to die,

My problems fade away,
Along with my life,
I won’t see another stressful day,
A day that would be full of strife.

© Samantha Jayne Reed
Wrote on October 4th, 2004