Procrastination

For too long have I broke unuttered promises to myself.

"I will get that done today" I say without conviction,

but my plans soon collect dust on the highest, out of reach shelf

I know that I will one day pay for this dereliction.

For too long have I suffered procrastination

resulting in unproductive, unfruitful late night rushes

for I pick other tasks to carry out for the whole duration

and only do what I am supposed to when the deadline pushes.

And so this poem is just another waste of my time

when I have other documents open, hungrily waiting,

and as my frustration and panic is beginning to climb,

I'll get back to other constructive sources of creating.