Cold and lonely as a stone on a hillside <br />Lost in the bustle of modern day life <br />Constantly fighting from outside and inside <br />Parrying blows from the stress and the strife <br /> <br />They sufficate life, as they tighten about you <br />Dragging you down in the bottomless mire <br />Clouding your judgement, to block out the view <br />Its aim to consume you in pitiless fire <br /> <br />This is a hell, but not of Gods making <br />Brought down upon us by emotional needs <br />Dogging our footsteps, from the moment of waking <br />To stifle us all if we don't pay them heed.<br /><br />Graham Jones<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-stress-and-the-strife/
