A fleeting emptiness left,
Accomplishment, the greatest success,
Procrastination is what I do best.
Seeping boredom, Seldom I find
What I truely want, Ease of mind,
Guess work, lead and wait
I am all but ever late.
Dismal dreams and wishes of futile crass
Create nothing more than an improbable impassé.
Lauren, What a beautiful write.Today is my first day on this site so i am a little lost and am not exactly sure how everything works. pleas feel free to leave me comments on my poems good or bad as i feel i learn from established poets like you. Your friend in poetry. Barbie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Graet imagery Lauren, excellent write...10+++