Taming The Tempest

Prompt: ”write an acrostic poem using the word distraction.”

D is for the wandering mind, easily led astray,

Drifting through a sea of thoughts, losing our way.

Daydreams dance, enticing our thoughts to play,

Drawing us from the path, where focus should stay.

I is for the impulse to deviate from the task at bay,

Impatient urges beckon, tempting us to sway.

Instant gratification lures, leading us astray,

Ignoring obligations, as productivity gives way.

S is for the seductive allure of the digital display,

Screen time enthralls, consuming our every day.

Social media's call captivates, leading us astray,

Surrendering to notifications, time slips away.

T is for the time lost, slipping through the day,

Tick-tock, moments vanish, never to replay.

Temporal theft occurs as distractions hold sway,

Time's fleeting nature mocks, as it fades away.

R is for the restless thoughts that beguile and betray,

Restless minds wander, tempted to stray.

Resisting concentration, as ideas start to decay,

Reclaiming focus becomes a battle we must slay.

A is for the attention shattered, unable to stay,

A fragmented gaze, as distractions hold sway.

Absorbing nothing deeply, as focus ebbs away,

Aimless moments drift, wasting precious today.

C is for the constant temptation that won't go away,

Calling from every corner, demanding our display.

Curiosity's grip tightens, as distractions lead us astray,

Captive to diversions, the price we must pay.

T is for the turmoil caused, a price we must pay,

Tangled thoughts ensnare, impeding our way.

Tugging at our focus, like a tempest in disarray,

Taming the chaos within, a challenge every day.

I is for the inner battles fought, come what may,

Internal resistance rises against distractions at bay.

Insistent determination, a warrior's display,

Indomitable focus emerges, stronger with each fray.

O is for the opportunity missed, like a fleeting ray,

Opportunities vanish, slipping through our dismay.

Overwhelmed by distractions, chances fade away,

Openings overlooked, as they quietly betray.

N is for the need to reclaim focus and slay,

Nurturing disciplined minds, steadfast in their sway.

Navigating the labyrinth of distractions, finding a way,

Noble pursuit of clarity, restoring our productivity's bouquet.

Distraction, oh cunning foe, we strive to break your sway,

Summoning resilience and willpower, day by day.

Determined to reclaim our attention, come what may,

Defeating your allure, finding focus, we shall lay.