Overburdened,
Stresses.
Seeing obligations
In every corner,
Another task
At every turn.
At night, ideas flash
Beneath my eyelids
Like strobe lights,
Things I want to do,
Make.
But by morning, I
Again realize thet my life
Is full to the brim,
That I have no spare time
To work with.
Push through,
It will be over soon,
They say.
They lie.
Every time one thing ends,
Is finally over,
Another source of stress
Begins, as if from a gunshot.
Always busy,
Always running,
Never done.
I want to collapse.
I want it to end.
