Break away

Persistent imps, my own small guilts
Relentlessly snatch at the hem of my mind.
My self-esteem wrapped in soft quilts
Of procrastination listlessly lined.
Rays of sunlight pierce the mist
And blind my ennui blinkered eyes
My atrophied braincells writhe and twist
And sell me stale-sweat-smell lies.
But something whispers softly sweet
And breaks through the deadened days
Lifts me to my disused feet
And sweeps away the musty haze