Too Busy

Crazy at night.

 

My mind won't stop thinking
a triathalon with no end

 

I sit down for a moment
distaction becomes my friend,

but then the night crawls in
and I'm stuck once again

in the middle of internal chaos
twisting me from within; the wind

Turmoil, confusion, anger and wait
life's unfair, it doesn't matter.

 

How am I suppose to sleep

with my self-induced attack?

 

Constantly going through my list;

my chores-branded across my back

Did I do the dishes...check
Did I pay the electric.....check
Did I set my alarm clock....check
Did I balance my account....

 

Nope....

 

Wait....

 

Check....

I'm frustrated because

there's not enough hours in the day

 

Not enough time to sit and

reflect in some way

My mind won't stop racing
about everthing in my life
the things I can't control
the things that aren't quite right; like

The wrinkles and the greys
the increasing aches and pains.

Not having enough time to write
To damn tired to relax at night

Pulling covers over my shoulders
creating an aqua synthetic peace

my mind continuing the fight; like

Did I make my daughters lunch....check
Did I lay out her clothing....check
Opening one eye to see; sighing
I only have three hours to dream.

Did I let the doggie out...check

My list commences to slow down

 

Chores replaced by a field of green

Stress flowing down a pebbled stream

 

 

Finally relaxed or so it seems.

Reviews

[Christine]

Wow, this is incredible. I can totally envision this happening...not just to you but to millions of people out there. I think that this poem was well worth the wait...It's about time you published it. I really like how you incorporated the check list into this one. It has a familiar tone to it...was this a poem that I had read before? Or did you merge two poems into one? The flow and the wording seem familiar to me. LOL It could be, that you write the way you actually speak so that could actually be the familiarity. LOL ok, this was a great poem. I really enjoyed reading it. As I said before, it's about time you finally published it. :-)

Love ya,
Christine :-)