Stress, Everyday Life...

In American Literature II today we were studying Allen Ginsberg and his post-modernism form of free writing and following the general flow of the brain. In class we've also been having a student/group of students prepare questions about the readings for that day and the guy who did our lesson today has us write our own free flowing poem/writing. Anyway, now that you know where this started, here's what I wrote. It's called 'Stress, Everyday Life...'


Stress. Stress. It's killing me, knocking
me down this ladder of life. My
goals get so close then, BAM! I'm
down again.
The everyday is getting to me.
School is supposed to help my future,
but how can my future be helped
if my present is so bleak? Boggled
down, weighed down. Everything is
weighing down.
Work. Two jobs. Not enough. The
money doesn't come. Stress, stress.
Bills to pay. Wounds to heal.
Time. Time? Time is all I need.
Time. Time? Time is never freed.
Time. Time? Time is running out.
Stress. Stress, relieve me, please.
Rest. Sleep. Sleep can wait. I'll sleep
when I'm dead.
---Patricia J. Phillips (April 6, 2011)


"Think: it's not illegal yet."