Deadline

Deadline

A Poem by Iika

IT takes me a while
to realise
that the soft hissing sound
isn’t my mind, leaking out

        (rats abandoning a sinking ship)

but carbon dioxide
escaping the confines
of an off-brand can of energy.

Like my thoughts
postmodern and overwrought
getting lost in empty pages filled with words.

© 2015 Iika


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An interesting little poem. Not sure what it's telling me.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Again Thank you for this entry in my little contest.
I'm sure you'll understand that I cannot comment now as this would be unfair to other entries.
I shall return after the contest ends.
Very best regards.
Clive.

Posted 6 Years Ago


I really like your style, this is just the kind of poetry I prefer to read. Though the top 10 in the 2nd Contest is just so high, this nearly made it

Posted 6 Years Ago


Iika

6 Years Ago

Thank you! I really appreciate your comment.
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Added on March 28, 2014
Last Updated on March 5, 2015
Tags: writing, postmodernism, overthinking

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Iika
Iika

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A student. Languid. I like to write all kinds of things but I will probably only post poems here. Feel free to rip them apart. Be as nitpicky as you like. All I want is to get better. more..

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