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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.