Busy Life

Omg! I'm so busy!

I can't seem to get it back

It's slipping away

Falling right through my fingers

And I can't help it

This thing called 'control'

Has left me alone

Left me struggling

To put things back into place

Where they belong

But I'm not succeeding

But rather I'm failing

Miserably...

My head is aching

My body is breaking

Yet, there seems no end to all this commotion

Chores here

Pending work there

Gosh! Life has gone so intense

I fear that I might no longer get enough time

"To even live..."

Author's Note

This is a true picture of what's left of my life. So much to do, yet so little time. I'm fearing that I won't survive this...argh!!

Reviews

[*~Imperfectly Me~*]

Wow, i understand this poem... I think everyone feels this way at least once in their life. It's really hard to not having time to breath. Life will become stressful and less busy and I'm positive you will survive... Sometime you will start wanting the busy life back... A good poem, good flow, good everything... good job