Procrastination Poem by Paul Gomez

Procrastination



Motivation escapes my mind
like brilliant colors from the blind.
No discipline in my soul
to make me reach out for my goals.
I sulk alone in my bed
as majestic thoughts fill my head.
I asked myself 'why must you be so sloth? '
when you know the price that it will cost.
I strain my eyes but I still don't see
what the future could hold for me.

Tuesday, January 12, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: procrastination
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Paul Gomez

Paul Gomez

Syracuse New York
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