A Poem On Not Having Time To Write Poems Poem by Dyhanara Rios

There hasn't been much time for writing (crying)
Only scattered thoughts and rhymes (cries)
Bouncing off the walls of my mind (eyes)
'Scattered' is my new favorite word
That's what everything appears to be these days
But in what's scattered I find
An exponential number of patterns
Everything is time consuming
And time consumes everything
I find myself finding reality
Creeping into my life more and more each day
Turmoil corrupts my world
Just tell me everything will turn out okay
Just tell me everything will turn out okay