Burn Out

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March 2002 Poetry

Emotions flare.

Anger flies.

Frustration heightens.

Stress elevates.

My heart races,

and breathing escalates.

Then....

sudden silence takes over.

The tears flow.

Just a few seconds,

between sanity,

and a burn out.



~*~ Jill ~*~

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this on 3-2-02.

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