Procrastination
haunts me;
The hounds of hell
pursue
Me every waken moment
Trying to make me do
The many things I
should.
Ennui, my friend,
still daunts me;
Energy pays the due,
As it sings its sad
lament
In the darkest hue,
Robbing life of good.
Then devastation
flaunts me—
The many things I rue;
For some brief
amusement
I may have shared
with you,
But never thought I would.
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