Dead-Ends

It was the deadline's ugly head,
looking at me from the depths of my consciousness well
swimming joyfully over those waves of sorrow and pain
as I sought for another delay,
yet again.

That slithering monstrosity,  (repressed so hard that
my belly ached like hell)
kept peeping, peeking, teasing
in the cruelest manner that only her kin
finds pleasing.

How can you differ,
when you hear the sound of a knell
between that of which you must despair,
to that other, to which you must commit,
until your last remaining breath of air ?

The maze of opportunities was closing in,
the walls around me so soon became a cell,
"but I have visions that I wish to tell!"
I tried to yell -
alas, no longer could I break the spell.