{"text":"Pressure knocks at my doorA clock ticks and demands its dueThe lava burns from the floorBut not in a game like it used to.So little time to figure it all outSo many distractions to prevent successI’m in a dark forest with no path or routeBut this internal fire knows no rest.","author":"Justin Wetch","tags":["dark","dark-poetry","distractions","fire","forest","poetry","time"],"id":222099,"author_id":"Justin+Wetch"}