Killing My Time

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: This One's For The Outcasts


A brief piece out of emptiness and realization of the worth of time.

Submitted: February 13, 2018

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Loitering Lame, though not lisurely.
A head haunted in procastinations,
Procastinating further, projecting carefree.
 
Carefree it seems of sands of time.
Untamed, unguided, wanders idle,
Freely scribbling a directionless rhyme.
 
Rhyming the verses, head does smirk.
An evil smile contained all inward,
Posing too busy withouut any work.
 
Conscience racks, eats up within;
While Dove sits idle as a worthless rock.
Wondering beyond the loss or win.
Lamenting on how I kill my clock.


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