I’m by no means a poet (And I know it). Still, read on. This one is as Live and raw as it gets.
Go on time. Keep passing, keep passing.
I find myself paralyzed. Staring.
I can’t move, and I can’t think. Tick.
Another second, another minute… Panic.
Stay calm. This will pass, this will pass.
A prison cell with 4 walls. Collapse.
Oblivion, it’s pulling me in. Relinquish.
Locked up by seconds, prisoner to minutes. Until I diminish.
Consumed. The world is vast. It’s so vast.
All the things that were and was. Create the past.
Accumulating as I hopelessly watch. In pain.
Bound by ticks, restrained by tocks. Am I still sane?
So go ahead. Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
You’ve ticked before me, you’ll tock after, fucking clock.
Never early, and never late. Quick as a blink.
Ticking perfectly, tocking persistently. Keeping all of life in sync.