Time flys, like a thunder before my eyes.
One night I close my eyes, and then I found myself on Instagram.
In my calculations, it wasn't in my diagram.
One day not at the gym, never going back again.
Thinking to work or read the deed? There was no need.
Now I am out of time, and just feel how it commits a crime.
It cuts through me and leaves open wounds, for anxiety to seep though.
Here, I lay.
On my phone.
And one day, I will be able to stop procrastinating.
Screw that time, but it's not a lie.
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Daily Dose of Poems
PoetryHere's a book to just dump some of my creative stock off of my shoulders. Want to have fun with this book? Here's what I recommend: 1. Read one poem a day to keep your thoughts going. 2. Try having fun adding people you know or your own characters i...
