I'm scared.
I'm so scared.
I just need a moment,
For time to stand still...
But tick, tick, tick,
There it goes.
Time waits for no one,
There's no time to prepare.
A year flies by,
Before you even know it.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Can you please just stop!
Just for a moment!
Can't you see I'm terrified of the
Ticking
The unending movement of time.
All that is the unknown.
That Ticking it pulls me away from a painful past.
But who's to say it doesn't pull me towards a painful future.
One moment it's comforting,
And the next that tick, tick, tick,
Begins to sound like a death march
The tones leading me to my end,
The end.
Please stop.
Just for a moment.
Even if I can't go back.
Please.
March 26, 2022
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