SacredJellybean

Hey guys! This is my first time posting here. I'm taking a poetry class right now, and for it, I wrote this italian sonnet. I got pretty good feedback in the class, so I thought I'd post it here to see what you guys think. I'm actually starting to enjoy writing poetry a lot, so maybe I'll post here more often.

Deadline

The unrelenting digits shift and glare
To mock me of the precious loss of sleep
I trade off for the promises I keep.
I seethe in prison, tugging fists of hair.

My rubber soles and brain begin to wear,
as I descend a chasm awfully steep,
its bottom distant, daunting, dark and deep.
All this, without a blink of rest to spare.

Yet, I deserve nobody’s sympathy.
My own indulgence led me to this end.
When work confronted me, I chose to run.
Its angry shrieks had pleaded me to cede;
its nonexistence, I tried to pretend,
but now, I’m toiling underneath its gun.

© 2004 Dan Cardillo

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"Every age has its peculiar folly and if Charles Mackay, the author of the 19th century classic, Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds were alive today he would surely see 'cannabinophobia' as a popular delusion along with the 'tulipmania' and 'witch hunts' of earlier ages. ... I also believe that future historians will look at this epoch and recognize it as another instance of the 'madness of crowds.'"
~Dr. Lester Grinspoon

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That was really good, I thought.

By the way, sorry about your death.