Poem: Procrastination

Procrastination Procrastination is ones assassination, Thoughts of the devils mind. You instigate, The biggest sin of time. You loose your hours, To the powers, Of the blind. Time is of the essence, But you just grow your presence, Virtually entwined. Mans biggest sin, Online.

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“We grow to give new meaning to old words” - Jessica (podcast speaker) New poems encapsulated modern day struggles but no struggle hasn’t been heard of before. Poems are time capsules that were never dated. They were buried in the past but remain intact in the present.