So noisy, it’s crushing Its songs; sad ones happy ones, silly ones. It's jokes; fallen pens, ****** texts, Durcan’s poetry. None of these thoughts are helpful. Not even by a little bit. Pastel highlighters, a new pencil case My jacket is green. I did the bare minimum of Spanish I organised a previous debate’s cards My Irish notes glare at me. My math's teacher won't give up. I keep all of history in my head, But not in a place I can access. I can give you Sinn Fein manifesto but not the sections of Mozart’s 23rd concerto in A major. The room is loud, but silent in Comparison to my argumentative mind. Busy, so busy. Nothing will be done.
My mind is often times busy, confusing and distracting. i know a lot of people in similar situations. This poem is meant to represent what it is like to have a busy mind, be very stressed or have trouble completing tasks because of a constant stream of chatter. Enjoy :)