Procrastination is a demon
Hoarded heavy weights
On my shoulders
It made the diligent look askance at me
The curious pondered on my mental state
An ageless one
Imbued with ubiquity
It came as a friend
Adorned with bedazzled jewels
I foolishly built a bridge of trust
It emitted a snarky grouse
Its true hellish form appeared
Its poisonous slime
Touched my earthly skin
Slowly infected every fiber of my being
And eventually my soul
I prayed, lived
With this treacherous pest
That overshadowed my will
I lost favour from the best
I turned sloppy, told a fib
To myself and others
I waxed into Pinocchio
The demon; my Geppetto
Those things precious
Slipped away from my grasp
Money repelled the spells I cast
Prosperity became a foreign visa I pursued
Then one night, I opened an inlet
That allowed cleansing fire
The holiest of all
Burn out procrastination
Blazed this demon
Until the wind
Sent messengers, to dispatch its ashes
Now the weight is lifted off
The diligent look at me with revering eyes
The curious vouch on my determination
And prosperity crawled its way back, into my life…
Beautiful