The Burden of My Incompletions

It’s all the little things
That I failed
To complete
That come back
To daunt me
And cloud my mind.
One by one
They pile up,
Robbing me of
Of clarity
Of thought and action,
Creating a burden
That I must carry
And an inordinate complexity
To the life I live.
This ridiculous
Pile of incompletions
I have built
Are the muck
That has me mired
In the circumstances
Of my life.
Life would be
Infinitely simpler
If I just
Got things done,
And never put off
Until tomorrow
What I could
Be done today.