Distressed
A poem discussing distress and its inevitable mess
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What is the reason for distress?
The lesson I guess
is not very much less
than when my thoughts digress
into a mess.
So focus I must
for focus is just
a means of suppressing
the urge to discuss.
Well I should have guessed
such an arduous test
would make every expression
feel restlessly repressed.
So though I respect
that such method is best
I feel only further lost
as I fail to progress.