Stress

It appears
As an iceberg floating upon the sea
With only its surface shown,
But lingering below,
The depth or breadth is unknown;
It engages for war
Upon the voyages
You sojourn.

It builds
Like a volcano ready to explode
Upon the island shores,
Turning golden beaches
Into dark charcoal magma forms
Of lifeless sludge,
Suffocating all that once was,
Under it surface.

It covers
Like a winter’s snowstorm:
A derailed train off the icy track,
Her passengers thrown
Into the bitter cold without warning,
Unprotected, the elements devouring.

It is vicious,
Like a wild beast set free,
Hungry, seeking
Its next meal to devour instantly
As it tears with its teeth,
Limb from limb.

It devastates
Families, entire communities
Without notice.
It has no soul –
It only seeks to serve itself
As it’s fueled off of your grief.

It kills,
Leaving you empty
Without peace:
Only a wooden box
Lying at your feet
Six foot deep,
Waiting for you to enter.

It defeats,
It lingers beneath;
It builds to explode
To cover you in grief.
It is vicious without mercy,
It devastates in disbelief;
It kills everyone eventually.

So please, please,
Listen to me –
Seek the one thing
That you, that I,
That we all desperately need,
Seek to live life wholly
And entirely
Stress-free.

Stress by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

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