My Mind Is A Distraction Machine

A poem of physiological prison and release.

Photo by Bethany Szentesi on Unsplash

Distraction.
The villain.
I'm in a constant state of fending it off.
And sometimes -
most times -
I give up.
I give in and let it take over my body.

Even now,
after I ordered myself to
sit down and
finish my article because
I have time to write.
The time is now.
I may not have it later.

But no.
I've chosen to listen to a…