Help!

I write, I write! Ever faster, for moving upwards comes disaster.

Quickly now, they're is much to do, its moving faster its sad but true.

Hurry now, your mission is bare, my hands keep shaking, its to fast, not fare.

My god its so much faster then ever i thought, my mind cant focus I've lost the plot.

What was I writing where did my mind go, Christ nothing can stop this vast overflow.

Help me someone from the texts from my phone, I need a miracle now or at least a typing clone.

Its too late, much too late, I've now run out of time!

Repairs must now be made, although in time I am sure the problem will start to heal and fade.



*this is a dramatization of me taking a bath while having a text conversation and trying to finish a poem/story before my water overflows from my bath tub.