Procrastination

I sit and I feel

my heartbeat in my throat.

I put it off again,

that thing riding my coat.

It is burdensome and annoying,

and it nags at the back of my head.

I keep putting it off though,

and probably will until I'm dead.

So there it sits,

on my chest and it grumbles.

While I scroll through my phone,

trying to ignore its mumbles.

If I address it,

it would go away.

My inaction

is what makes it stay.

and it grows as it sits,

on my chest and it hurts.

So I take action

before it gets worse.

"Leave me be," I say,

"I don't want you here."

Then it shrinks

and leaves me without fear.

The thing I had to do is done,

this is the battle and I have won.