Pro procrastinator

Improved version of the last poem

Photo by Zeyad Taha on Unsplash

Yes, I procrastinate until the end,
Lying in bed, lost in thoughts that bend,
Imagining what might unfold if I just take a step,
My body grows heavy, like a weight I can’t forget.

A to-do list clings to my fridge,
Hanging there, a daunting bridge,
Worries swell, trapped deep in my chest,
Thoughts racing wildly, never at rest.

A chemical haze, much like meth,
Keeps me chained, a cycle of breath,
Addicted to worries, to that dreaded sweat,
I should finish this course, but I can’t forget —

Yes, I’ll procrastinate until the last breath,
Overthinking through the night, teasing death,
Snoozing away when the dawn breaks bright,
Lost in my mind, avoiding the light.