holding time in your hand,
nestled in the cradle
of your fingers,
afraid that it might
slip through.
so careful with
every second
to make sure the
tick tick ticking
doesn't
stop
just
yet.
every moment
a little closer
to finishing up
the clock
that makes
the night
a terror
and brings
the monsters
out from
under the bed
to tell you
you're
nearing
the end.
and no matter
how much you pretend,
it still
slip slip slips away
with every breath,
every beat,
every
godforsaken
second
of every single day
just waiting
for the alarm to sound.
and when that last day
finally comes to an end
maybe you'll look back
through time
and wish you
would have
spent less time
believing
in time.
No comments:
Post a Comment