They say it’s like a snowball,
rolling down a hill.
The snowball would get larger and larger
with the more work put off.
It’s true that the work increases like that.
But the metaphor is lacking,
It doesn’t discuss procrastination’s damage to ones health.
How every slip of homework doesn’t slip through the cracks
but gives a stinging paper cut.
The sting goes away and life goes on,
but it’s an illusion.
Because one day there will be to many paper cuts to hide,
Someone will take notice,
Trying to help they will throw alcohol on the wounds,
The resulting sting, supposed to be temporary, doesn’t relent;
the pain seems endless.
It’s too much,
this abomination called procrastination.