I feel like I'm carrying too many things out of a house that is burning down.
I have to pick wisely and quickly,
Or I'll be scorched all around.
My dreams and expectations?
My friends and family?
My education?
My lifeline?
I can't choose.
I don't want to lose.
Anything.
Ever.
YOU ARE READING
Time's Running Thin
PoetryBasically I'm giving myself a 5 minute time limit to write and develop a poem as much as I can...so here is the result!
