Under Pressure

It's the 23rd Feb. I'm so annoyed with myself. I'm under so much pressure to get my collection out that I feel I have to rush my last poems - which I hate doing ! I wish I understood the economy - instead I am listening and feeling all the undercurrents - the angry comments at media websites - of everyone's suffering and vented anger . I wish I could capture it all - then it would truely be national. Instead, I can't give my best because of being pushed into such a tight financial corner - being squeezed and stressed out all the time - worrying seems to take up quite a big portion of my brain. Oh hell !