A Poem

I feel like being poetic
but I never have the time

I am always too busy
being busy

And too afraid to be alone
with my own thoughts
and God

So these everythings will never be heard
not even by me

Because I am too full of nothing to let them escape

So many blank books
screaming to be filled

So many songs and pictures
waiting to be created

I fear they never will

I won't make time for them
just like he couldn't find time for me.