Drowning: A Poem

My house, my life are a mess,

And so to my old self I regress,

Back to reading and playing,

And TV watching, I’m just saying

I’m overwhelmed, I must sit down,

So much to do, I fear I’ll drown

With e-mail, Facebook and blog,

Aimlessly wandering through the fog,

My writing, Tumblr, and Twitter,

Promote my work, I’m all in a flitter,

Somehow I suppose I’ll muddle through,

But Lord, where in all this, do I fit You?