Random Acts of Poetry

Pressure

Pressure
it's what makes a diamond
from a lump of coal
Pressure
it purifies a man’s designs
and shines them up like gold
Pressure
takes these words from me
and through them shares my soul
Pressure
it amplifies each tick and tock
until the deadline
Four o’clock.

The Daily Poem
July 28, 2020
Prompt: Write about something with a deadline.