Crack and sometimes break under the pressure.
Under the tension slip, slide, fail.
Feel death is imminent,
will not stay in place.
Will not stay still, shrieking voices.
Scolding, mocking, or simply chattering.
Pray for rest and slumber.
My sanity will not give into.
In the morning the scream of the alarm
jolts my raw nerves into the wicked light of dawn.
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heylo
not quite sure what you're talking about, I believe that it's about waking up everyday and going to work. That is the only thing that I can think of that would include all the things you describe. The "feel death is imminent" lines, those two lines I did not understand in the poem. I originally thought you did a good job overall, after reading it a couple times I liked it even more. Thank you for sharing, hope to hear from ya soon.
TTYL
MM
language: 3, rhythm: 4, subject: 3, tone: 3, form: 3.
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