Dozing off post-lunch when I should be working
Inevitably leads to poor self-esteem
Surfing the internet, seeing beautiful faces
That I will never meet.
Racing to get my work done, realizing it's never finished
Asking myself why I do this to myself
Can't I just have a normal work day?
Trying to write my fiction, even though I'm burnt out
Immortalizing these thoughts and characters
On the pages of a book, sometimes feels like a chore for later...
No. Now I think I'll write.
About the Creator
T.F. Hall
Freelance writer and creative writer. I love to read, write, hike, and explore nature.
Our Song
Evening has given way to night. Gently, I settle next to you on the comfortable, old love seat and reach for your hand. You snatch it away, again. It cuts me to the quick, but I hide the pain, understanding that the reaction is but part of your demented state. Since the accident, your presence here in our cozy home has been clouded by a haze I can't see. Nevertheless, I feel the frigidity of your expressions and it serves as an excruciating reminder of the immeasurable distance between us.
By Dana Crandella day ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Beautiful ππΌ I like how you utilized the spirit of the word βdistractionβ in your acrostic to express what every writer and creator goes throughβ¦ being distracted by the mundane aspects of life. βNo. Now I think Iβll write.β <β words to live by.