As Yet Unnamed

Time well spent in deliberation

Shall resemble procrastination.

Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

Wasted time in wasted lives

The hope forlorn; the dreams that died.

Grasp one firmly, ne’er let go.

Ever forward, step not back.

Life is cruel and so attack,

For hope is eternal and dreams shall last.

Unfortunately due to the shortness of this poem I was unable to post it without this note as RoyalRoad is not exactly built for a poetry archive. I fear that this note may become a common sight after each poem though I should at least be thankful I haven't written much in the way of Haiku.