After the two, I underestimated you. Time was wasted till four days left to finish. Piece of cake drove me insane. All the more did I rip my hairs out When you gave me that smirk Daring me to complete you if I could... Ever. The more I tried the more I knew, Petrified before the reality As I scrutinized at my reflection in the mirror With saggy eyes that lost its light And back at you; unfinished masterpiece of Frankenstein. Chained down by the inscriptions of nightmare I give up all hopes to be free.
The last 2 days I perceive to be Long yet way too short. Truly the hands are moving forth without mercy As I am writing this poem instead of My 3rd ten page paper.
2 Months before School year end, And 2 days before our possible end, The Pressure is high, And the Hope is low,
How can one survive the one final blow? Two last? No Three last, The Four Humps on the Road,
Either we jump towards the challenges of life, Or fail to do so as anxiety runs with us, And Hope is, flickering in the air, But hopes only that flicker would be enough to light the road, To see the hurdles quickly, To guide ourselves, For us to live our life fully in the future, How can one survive the final blow?
skidding down the slopes of a Friday afternoon deadlines looming fast my rickety toboggan - clattering alarmingly - navigates the final run and with a sharp turn delivers me sweaty-arsed but still in one piece to the door of my weekend at six on the dot
Due dates; Schedules; Deadlines; Dates, A revolving strain on time, A resulting Pressure For proven effort; Will Our productivity Decide Our professional fate? We look inward, And contemplate, And find Our update Is late