The trouble that seeks to overwhelm me

 The trouble that wants to overwhelm me

lies beneath my tired chest and stifles me..

my eyes grow tired from the tears so I sigh..

troubles parade like beauties in a pageant...

each waiting their turn to stifle and drown me..

I sit forsaken  alone and hopeless

seeking distraction from my problems in pages of irrelevant

A voice tells me these days are temporary.

I sigh and fight for another day to stay alive

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