I am just so going to scream

I not sleeping too well

Or eating

And I cannot be distracted

Everything I try and do is either

Disrupted with thoughts that

Beg to be written or interrupted

By them until I have typed them up

For an hour or two’s reprieve

And then it starts again

Touch typing does not seem to help for

As fast as it is out there are more queuing

For a chance of escape

Out goes the internet cable

And off goes the mobile phone

I am trying to exclude myself

From the world and it’s emotions

For I am trapped in a cycle of being


And am having trouble keeping up

With myself

Why me why now