Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

Procrastination

Custom User Avatar
More by this author

This tempestuous storm - It burns inside of me!

Im trying to recollect: What set it free?

I see last year's calendar in a cool monochrome,

But I just realized its only this year's palendrome.

 

The dates unravel into the timeless abyss,

I have no remorse, nothing left to miss.

The past is dull, the present is my blight,

Maybe, if I try, my future I can still rewrite.

 

I am merely a victim of procrastination,

But now time has run out - Im at the destination.

But, alas, I have arrived here without an agenda,

Lost in this grand terminal, possibly forever.




Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

Site Feedback