Stress

It bubbles up through my veins,
Quicker than anything I'd care to explain,
It makes my heart beat different faster somehow,
My breathing becomes erratic and shallow now,
I become clammy and my fists automatically clench,
I want to be elsewhere like on an idyllic bench,
Made out of worn old wood not brown anymore,
Moss seeping into it taking over its pores,
Breathing in the dampness smell,
Sitting near a crumbling old water well,
The sound of birds flowing into my ears,
The taste of bubbles from the free flowing beers,
The beautiful swirling burnt amber sky,
Watching the sunset the evening is nigh,
The autumn leaves tumbling down from the trees,
Orange, red, brown and all the colours in-between.
Instead I'm loosing focus in an internal battle,
To concentrate on something instead I internally rattle,
With the stress and strain of daily life there's no smoke without fire,
I feel as though I'm on edge my stress like barbed wire,
I need to stop stressing so ill go back to my idyllic bench,
Taking in the sights and sounds and it starts to rain I'm drenched.