Procrastination

I seek to seek

my life

not get caught on

distractions

It chokes my flow 

numbing my direction

that’s procrastination

This crisscross road 

is debilitating

I stop and stomp

my feet, in the center

Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!

until something snaps,

clears the path.

I will stay here, at this

center and decide

which way to go

until it hurt so bad

truth hemorrhages

through my ears

My teeth

My eyes

My mind, will strike

to seek clarity

Unveil the complicated mess

inside me

deep down

I am steeled

in fear

of wrong ways

long

drawn out days

Indecisions,

blistering

bruising

incisions

On my soul

skin

Frantically stitching

the fray, of

frazzled

frenzied

forays

dead ends 

leading astray

My life decision

do i go, or stay?

Creativity withers away

as sand slips on bay

melts in the dawning

of every naked day

Scratching

Raw

Red sore

Unsure

Saltwater pounds

against 

wounds

Sting

Burn

Soaked

Sun on skin

Dry bone 

of death

creeping around

the edges of

Mindscapes,

Soulquakes

Puts out sun

scorch

box clouds

Gray

blown away

Out takes of 

Dreamscapes

Dreams escape,

Seeping through

My third eye brain,

To beat this day

I shout out

grinding word meat

to fill stomachs 

with soul food of hope

and tasteful palates

of beggars dope

Bright high sugar air

devour this den

this procrastinators lair

Unfold the sun,

shake out the moon

Sun glare streams

down

on pulsating

veins

Sweet-ness of faith

burst open the bonds

and bones that rattle

with deaths

unnerving chatter

This battle that circle-cycles,

blows in the wind

battling uphill, then

downward spin

tosses the balance of centrifugal

force, contorts the soul with

tender strength remorse

Make-believing life

with crippled toys,

trotting gleefully

on galloping 

armored horse,

leaping at life 

with bold bare

torque.

Trying to capture

what?

I’m not sure

Leap of faith?

Faith leaked out.

On days I procrastinate,

I reek with 

doubt

My mind map

misplaced,

my faith

zapped out.

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

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