From Work To Poetry Class In Golden Thread Poem by Alistair Graham

It's half past five, I leave at six
No pressure then
I see a few words, leap onto the screen
I need heaps of them

I glance at the clock, out the side of my eye
It's ticking its' time
What seemed seconds ago, it said five thirty one
Now it's five thirty nine

I've worked in my office, all day without stress
I'm now biting my nails
My rapid heartbeat, is attacked by a panic
What if it fails
I juke at the clock, it's one minute to six
Have I been cheated
No way on this earth, can time move at that pace
This poem's completed