The work keeps piling,
I keep procrastinating,
I urge myself to get up and keep going,
My dark thoughts pulls me down and my chest heaving,
I fight with my thoughts but loosing,
I succumb to darkness but my legs want to keep moving.
At last with support of wall I get up, take a pen as my sword and lunge forward with great force,
My words injure the dark thoughts loosing their source.
My chest still heaving my legs shaking but am still standing this time not procrastinating.
© madhuri_bhadra