Beguiled

April swept past me
The silly self loathness sense or being hasn't been diminishing much. The momentum of confidence that was supposed to build up ain't happening. Instead, its was a sudden surge of realization. Forgiveness, even it is wastefully mismanaged, won't happen this time. It should not. The things that were perceived robbed was blindly squandered away. How many times have I forgiven myself for the procrastination. The zest of yesterday never jumped across the stroke of the hand.
To be won over too easily by my own unease, damnit.

Brace yourself, thy time is near.