Weeks of unending stress have taken their toll,
writing has not been getting done because of it.
Attempting to find peace that I need within has
been difficult lately, but I continue to strive
for it.
People crowding, wanting to go to lunch or talk
about mundane interests regarding people at work.
Tired of listening to duplicate or more complaints
I've run off to lunch by myself.
Hopefully recharging interior batteries, because
they've been running on empty so long.
(1: 18 p.m. - 2/28/00)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem