Postponed Affair

The little black box on my nightstand squeaks

red glowing

numbers flash 7:35

my hand beats

red as I slam my fist

against the snooze,

my eyes cumbersome with slumber.

Ten minutes pass albeit it feels like seconds.

Screaming echos

in my head

as the numbers now flash

7:45

15 minutes remain

until I have to leave

for seminary.

Exhaustion decorates my head

as I burden myself

into a sedentary position,

abandoning my complacent recumbent.

Procrastination

is laced into my daily routine,

dividing my mind

into sectors as I think.

Multitasking is a learned skill,

perfected by the art

of postponing affairs.

Time wilts like a rose,

petals fall like seconds move,

agile what what feels to be all at once.

Rushed by my own inconvenience,

will I ever attain the knowledge to cease?

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