In radiant hours to midnight minutes, I begged
I pleaded with time, the giver of all, for a new start
My hands mindlessly reached out to the next hour
The viscous movement of time was strenuous to trudge through
Long, laborious strides into a deep, familiar unknown
Mere minutes could feel a heavy net
Ensnaring me into the empty ocean of thoughts and numbers
My world was nothing more
In my weakest moments, I attempted to cease all movement
I hoped to defy the universe
What futile and insolent hopes
For when I blinked, the seconds passed mercilessly
The haunting rhythm of time couldn’t be stopped by a hand
When would it end?
The everlasting cycle of time pulled me further
Like slow, foreboding quicksand.
What could I do?
But reach out once more to the next dreaded hour?
Why should I stay?
Trapped in the waves of time?
I wrestled the mounting trepidation
The seconds seeped through my fingers like grains of sand
Yet they could not move fast enough
Silence stretched into suffering
My loathsome fate was a circle of hell
I could sense nothing, no sensations in my body
Still, I maintained my miserable patience
The illusion of an end finally revealed itself:
The mirage I was desperate for never existed
I tried my best to wail and sob and scream
But all that came out was…
Tick tock