Building strength
like a storm in
its rage
his stress
level is rising
blood racing all through
his body
struggling to free
himself
but he cannot
in the handcuffs
of stress
no escape seems possible
air almost gone
his lungs almost empty
he can hardly breathe
his is in
its powerful strangle hold
dangling from
the rope of despair
being choked to death!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully penned on tress. A brilliant poem shared touchingly. Thanks.10