Out of time

In the quiet moments as I slowly wake
I’m aware of a sound that plays faintly
On the doorstep of my consciousness

Straining I struggle; and
I hear the clock underneath us all
Tick tock it slowly mocks
Time is winding down

I feel the fear of lives unlived lingering in the core of me
Gnawing and grasping it grows larger
As the moments of my life pass into memory

Straining I struggle; and
I hear the clock underneath us all
Tick tock it slowly mocks
Time is winding down

The echoes of my past get caught in my throat and
I choke on the fragments of prior misery
Wondering if I’ll ever learn

Straining I struggle; and
I hear the clock underneath us all
Tick tock it slowly mocks
Time is winding down

I fear the time that the clock will stop
and I run out of time

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