Procrastination Poetry

by Sam M. Phillips

Crippled by indecision,

I try to move to a better position

To see my own faults,

I open the vaults

Of treasure in my mind,

Measure out the kind

Of materials I need,

Get the fuel to feed

My creativity,

And provoke it to activity.

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I’m meant to be working,

Short story and novel lurking

Down in the deep,

But I keep procrastinating,

Can’t help hating

Myself for this,

All the opportunities I miss.

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List of regrets

Sets me on edge,

Wedge in my brain

Exacerbating pain,

I need to relieve strain,

But here I am again,

Writing poetry for no one

When I should get my work done.

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This is more fun

But I’m under the gun,

I have a deadline,

Need the words written in time,

Need to climb

The ladder of success

By giving my best

Effort to the keyboard.

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There is a hoard

Of riches to reveal

If I don’t steal

My own power

And shower

Effort here

Rather than there,

What do I care?

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I care a lot,

So I need to stop

All this useless

Poetry and distress,

And make something useful of the mess

Of notes in my head,

But I dread

Having to sit and write,

Even if it feels like

The right occupation,

Can’t help all this procrastination.

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