A study in what not to doA Poem by Christopher WithersDeadlines besiege me, as stress pennoned limbs ache for action, yet, procrastination consumes me. I know relief will come, when: task complete I can truly unbend, sit back and relax. Yet, brain benumbed, I irradiate in a background of autogenous anxiety. I stare through the TV, study the grain on the page I'm not reading, attempt to study the air. Until, deadlines eve, when stress breaks free staining my mouth, and eyes and senses, bitter body, shocked, resuscitated and frantic activity commences.
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6 Reviews Added on September 16, 2014 Last Updated on September 16, 2014 Tags: procrastination, anxiety, lazy AuthorChristopher WithersAboutI recently discovered a user on this site had been posting my poems as his own. To combat this, I've decided to post my poetry here, hopefully stopping this from happening again. The poet in questi.. more..Writing
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