At 16 full of rightous fury
A flurry
Of words hastily written
Hidden phone under desks
Words spill from the chest
Let the day end
Long for rest

17 responsibilities abound
Astounding
how so little yet much, too much
A  growing
moutain
Of thoughts and anxious regrets
Begets questions and more questions
Answers
bereft

18, 19, 20 s
run in a blur
Uncurl
from the fetal postition
Transitonal
Period global pandemic
Panic, manic, static
Nother round-wait hold one
******!