The All Nighter's Guilt

Tick tock, tick tock, I hear the seconds hand of the clock, As frustrating as writer's block. I can't seem to write a word, I gaze out the window, oh look a bird! The deadline is near, I fill with fear. I have put this off for too long, I do it every time, its so wrong, so much distraction, i must take action. I wish to rest my head, but there is no time for bed, I suddenly get an idea, do I still have enough time? oh dear. I quickly begin to type and scrawl, will I make it? I may bawl, A bead of sweat drips down my face, against the clock, I race. To my surprise, the sun begins to rise, It took all my might, but i finished by morning light, I submit and i sigh, another assessment comes by. Left till the last day again, why must i put myself through this pain. My stomach begins to churn. I guess i'll never learn, one is done, its over its through, now it is time for round two.