Sircharlesthepoet

Poetry by Charles Joseph


Still, I Procrastinate

This is something I wrestle.
At night, under the darkness, I nestle.
Although I beg for sleep,
Worldly desires snug me tightly.
I complain, I revolt, I beg
For sleep to toss a chance

Then, I look to the Moon.

A Being that fidgets not,
Doesn’t turn its back on us,
Nor its silent promises.

So why do I turn my back
On my promises?
I struggle to gain control
Yet, I drown it below.

The moon teaches a lesson!
I revolt.
So here I am: struggling late night
Dreaming to rest with its light.

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3 responses to “Still, I Procrastinate”

  1. Nice poem. Painted a picture for me.

    1. Thank you! I’m glad it did!

      1. You are welcome

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