Truth Be Told

I was going to script this poem 

Instead I pondered 

Worked really, stressed if you will 

Painful like pulling teeth

The things I need to do 

that I dread completing 

Digging pits in my mind 

Slowly enlarging their own graves 

Knowing the accomplishment that waits 

But the barriers between me and success

Yes 

This is my life of procrastination and complaining

The smallest things 

requiring amounts of work  

Yet I claim not to have the time 

It takes one of two 

Desperation or

Confinement 

Being so desperate that I must 

Complete 

Or being confined and bored 

I might as well 

Write