Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2012
Writing in ink brings security.
Because my mistakes can never be erased.

A last minute worker on a mission.
Being a busy bee.
Talking a game too big for his ego.
Leading into a massive contradiction.
Wondering, what is the role of society?
Telling you to be everything you can be.
So you make up tall tales to excite.
But only left with excruciating anxiety.
A man that had it all verbally .
But nothing to show for his empty words.

He contemplates his next move.
Knowing that might even lead to procrastination.
"It always does," he says.
"But does it have to?" Asks his conscience.
Dumbfounded now, because he understands the right answers.
Coming from the back of his mind.
Creeping through.
So his work will get done.
And get him out of this bind.
"Thank you," he thinks.
"You're welcome," replies his conscience.
Charlie Chirico
Written by
Charlie Chirico  29/M/Philadelphia, PA
(29/M/Philadelphia, PA)   
   Lucy Tonic and Lotus
Please log in to view and add comments on poems