Dilatory
by Zamzam Ahmed
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My head droops every second or so
My leg hitting mercilessly, relentless against my table leg
Every new idea scratched out and re read
Seconds pass and my head snaps towards the ceiling overhead
Then to the giant clock above my bed
Time seems to be running a race with my hand
As I struggle to write everything that comes to my head
I'm scared it is a battle I won't win
My thoughts trail away and I yank the chain back onto the road of productivity
Anxiety is but a manifestation
I struggle and fight
But soon my mind succumbs to slumber
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