'Problems' Poem by Bernard Snyder

These problems of late,
seem to be getting the best of me,
my mind is so exhausted
I'm not sure it'll catch up with the rest of me,
at times I feel like
I'm buried in quick-sand,
even my bad days seem
like extended weekends,
when I try to be rational,
some people seem to get mad at me,
so I have to get lost sometimes
just to maintain my sanity,
my disappearing helps for a moment
but then reality kicks in,
I know when I wake up in the morning
I'm faced with problems again.