This is the feeling of overwhelm:
Two days of rain and projects building up,
Floor bound when flight’s on,
Time to readdress.
This short story takes turns
Down a windy road
With frequent signs of introspection
No matter how many steps to the top.
Self imposed time crunch
Rehearses for none
Though all week long there’s been impending stops
Leaking through the roof.
How frequent doth thou mind relook
Over building plans and agreed terms,
Dollar signs and debits.
And when nighttime comes,
Hard day’s toil leaves sleep slow
When the cold wind blows ever nearer
The open window of deception.
Did you hear the sound of the rain that night?
Did the screams of desire reach your conscience?
Did you wind up those unwound dancing shoes?
I laid the ground with fresh rose pedals
Strewn with the hand of wicked intentions
I scented the very edges of humanity
With such lust tigers dull in comparison
Did you catch the faint wind blow upon your face?
Did you hear the footsteps upon your roof?