Fiction
Why Do You Do This?
Why do you do this to me?
Distracting me from what is imperative,
and blinding me from the verity.
You make time pass quicker than a falcon,
while we lull about like sloths,
but you hold me back with your iron grip
forcing me to avoid our dilemma
causing me to squirm more than a squirrel
You wait and wait
until I am at my weakest point
as each tick of the clock
seems to whiz by
What are you doing to me?
Assuring me that everything will be alright,
that the future will be bright
as our relationship worsens more each day.
But you, with that smug grin of yours,
bask in every moment of my torment,
laugh at my failures,
growing more tenacious each day,
like a monster of abnormal proportions.
When I am around you
I do not feel love
felicity,
or even the acceptance of your existence.
It is instead fear,
panic,
and anxiousness.
But oh, Procrastination
You are a virus that spreads with each passing day.
You steal time like a thief in the night
and leave me with a face of horror.
Meanwhile, the due date creeps up
without me realizing
like a silent, slithering snake.
I must dispose of you,
erase the memories
before my life becomes a tortuous maelstrom
and change me me into a shipwreck
sinking lower to the bottom
until I drown in the overflow of work.
However, you never cease to pester me,
like a buzzing mosquito in mid-July.
You are a boulder that stands in my way
of success and happiness.
Procrastination,
one of these days
I will dodge your obstacles
and achieve my goals.
Though escape from your clutches
will be deleterious and demanding,
I will be in a place of tranquility
as you diminish from my sight.
So leave me be
and let me experience a life
where I do not end up in an extreme frenzy,
so I can finally finish my-

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