The promise of a better life
Should be incentive enough
But what if your current one
Holds you back, and stops your runs
You are plagued with insecurities
About the words that you play
Always jealous; looking at someone else
Then you've lost another day
You spend hours wrestling procrastination
Pulling your hair, fighting your mind
Wondering why the page is still blank
Failure blamed on distractions still undefined
You've spent hours scrolling your timelines
As your inspiration further wanes
Your desire to create that work of art
Is getting lost in the mist of rage
So you lash out at those closest
As another days work is lost
This lack of work though troubling
Comes at a personal mental cost
You crawl back inside yourself
shut away, where no one can see
As your distractions begin to fall away
You find your voice, find poetry.
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