A Sonnet about Stress

Curse the clock, who beats upon my brain 

Thou follow me forever in my dreams

Thou never stop to rest as I still pain

As I begin to lose grasp of my beam

By four vengeful verses, I shiver fear

The red bull who charges for perfection

By verses so vain they must profess, sir

I force myself down this one direction

The windmill's engine is close to true death

The light bulb of my mind is near to crack

Tis as thou I am breathing my last breath

To finish my words which continue to stack

Yet by Time's cruel hand, I even my pace

Of work inch by inch will finish this race

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I wrote this poem during my junior year.