PROCRASTINATION

An attempt to explore the state of procrastination

         PROCRASTINATION

 

 

A poem incomplete.

A story incomplete…

Lay on writer’s table…

Pieces of a mind incomplete…

 

Tomorrow..Tomorrow….

“I can ooze out marrow….

From my creative soul..”

Within the room he prowls..

 

To complete the incomplete..

To bring out what is replete..

He needs a touch …

It is his crutch….

 

I walked with him

I talked with him….

I laughed with him…

But forgot to touch him…

 

Intoxicated his mind…

With procrastinations on end…

He said...TOMORROW...

I fear he will die…

In tomorrows ….that may never come..!!!

Reviews

[Nautili]

so you are his muse? make sure he is the one to earn and deserve that gift.
i for one suffer from procrastination..........so this spoke to me personally!

[Salvatore Buttaci]

While I like your poem, especially the rhythm you've created, I think this one line is weak as well as grammatically incorrect: Along the room he prowl..
You can write Within the room he prowls.. and still preserve the rhyme pattern.