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11/20/18
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The frown refuses to leave him
Resting in the creases of his face.
Stress cups his chin with a smile
Whispering words into his mind.
The deadline is nearing,
You won't be able to make it in time.
It's not a bad thing, really
I just think it's better to remind.
He feels sweat beading down his temples
And his hands shake as he continues
With his task.
He lets out a stream of profanity
When he accidentally
Elbows his cup of coffee
Spilling onto his computer
His unsaved work
Now blinking and glitching
On a dying screen.
He stands to get a towel
But knocks down a stack of books
Falling onto a porcelain vase
Splintering to pieces.
He walks to the other room to get a broom and a towel
Eyeing the clock with disdain
Twelve minutes to midnight
Ticktockticktockticktock
Then suddenly
The lights go out
Leaving him in darkness.
He does not move.
Unwilling to scream
He inhales deeply
And Stress giggles once more.
The deadline is now,
You won't be able to make it in time.
It's such a shame, really
But I think it's better to remind.
YOU ARE READING
Neon
Acak(SOMEHOW, REGULAR UPDATES) A collection of poems, short stories in poetic form, rants hidden in poetic form and other things that pop up in my head. *** Staring at the canvas, She chose to pluck a brush From her own head, And paint with the colours...
