A Week Of Procrastination

Dearest Essay, 

A week ago Monday 

I said I'd write every day.

I really meant to.

Life happened;

I was busy.

I started you, 

Well, it was more of an outline,

But better than nothing, I guess.

I looked at the outline a few times,

contemplating what to say

And how to say it. 

I looked for examples.

I decided to go to bed.

The next day,

I was tired, 

So I ignored you.

That was not the best idea; 

I know that now. 

The day after that,

I stayed up late

Doing calculus

And watching tv.

I should have wrote.

I did have time,

But I did not keep my promise.

The next night,

Instead of writing,

I talked to my friends 

At a yearbook meeting,

At play practice,

And in the gym. 

I spent time studying,

And writing something else

For fun.

Friday came next.

It was the weekend, 

And I took a break.

I went to yearbook again

And wrote an assignment 

For my hebrew teacher

Due a week from then

And not you.

The weekend ended,

And it is Monday 

Again. 

I am busy,

Life happens.

I do not have time.

I did not write this week,

Not even once,

Even though I promised.

It is midnight, 

And I am tiered.

I need to go to bed,

And you are due

Tomorrow. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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