Deadline

Scattered sheets of paper,

Piled up on the desk in a mess,

Speeding hands working,

Agitated and restless.

The clock is ticking,

Submission is nearing.

Work is increasing,

Time is decreasing.

Quick, fast and rushed,

Thoughts click together,

But alas! It is too late,

Because the deadline is over!

Dedicated to the memory of all the poor souls who are working hard to reach their deadline. Wait, did I just say “memory”???

Inspired by Poetry 101 Rehab.

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