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Stress and Schizophrenia
By Andrew Edmonds
This schizophrenic life, I must confess,
Fears the scourge, the antagonist called stress.
I live less, I let ambition contort,
I be the tortoise, my life I abort;
Not completely though, that would be defeat,
But of past nightmares I wish no repeat.
Memories surface of the burning pain; A sentence in Hell, but I live again.
The hare may pass me by but I'm content
To ramble, not letting envy ferment.
Gradual the recovery may be,
Reducing stress is a good remedy.