I can hear the gears turning

As the seconds tick by

Never counting minutes passing

But timing my demise

One clock can count the hours

Count the beats of my heart

And then march onward

As my time runs out

It counts my moments of uncomfort with its strict minute hand

Slugging me across the face

Again

Again

I hurry through my life

Running across Time’s stark face

Fleeing nervous seconds at my heels

Until I hit the hour

Moving at an ever sluggish pace

Time leaves me battered, bruised and bleeding

Shaking until dawn

It counts my days so slowly

Until they’re years

And I’m gone



-J