Procrastination
Something I'm quite good at
No matter the subject
Even favorites
Days wasted with pointless staring at blank walls
Carving out designs unintentionally placed
Strokes and struggles
Seen clear as a lake high up in the mountain
With only the freshest of water and fish galore
Swimming with such grace and speed
Even Nathen Chen would be jealous
Silence not doing its name justice
As silence is not silent
Silence is the loudest sound
Thoughts racing through brains
And a high pitch ring
Like someone screaming
On and on and on it goes
The screams of dead
Begging to not be forgotten
But they always are
We are only human after all
