Too much to do, with so little time
It’s a struggle to remember, things always in a bind.
Trying not to whine. To suck it up and get it done
Yet really, that’s only where the mess has begun.
Ninety nine things all clamoring for attention
Let’s add one more, just to make it am even one hundred
What’s the worst that could happen?
Everything’s up in flames?
Well who in the world can be the blame?
Over loaded, over worked. Just a tad bit over stressed
Living a life that many call “blessed”
No one to turn to, when I need it off my chest.
Struggle one, drowning in it all
Keeping silent, even as I inevitably fall.
After all, who can I call?
RedRavenPoems 
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