Extreme: Working Uphill

Getting late
And I’ve still
So much to do
But I need to sleep too,

The minutes
Tick by
So fast
And don’t last

But this
Is hardly news,
I’m just so absorbed
In my woes,

Angry thoughts
Split the darkness
Inside the mind
Like shards of glass,

Have to calm down
And get it together
But keep going over
The central matter

Like spokes
On the wheel
Or bats
Flocking,

All the problems
Go around
Or cluster,
As if mocking

My efforts to
Get them under control
Seems about as futile
As attempting to halt a snowfall,
Still, I try anyway, tackling all.