These walls are swiftly closing in
From the darkness where I am
To the places where I’ve been

Next to the pile of things to do
And the constant people to please
Caught somewhere between
The holy saint and the harried shrew

Perpetually responsible to all
And the needs so rapidly piled
Balancing act that’s apt to fall

The sinister ticking of the clock
Tightly grasping every fibre
Before the inevitable final tock

Until breath becomes oddly hard
The pressure becomes too much
And I’m Left looking at my hand
Wondering, which card?

07/02/2013

Posted on 09/15/2013
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