The Forlorn Poet

Tick tock, tick tock.

The minutes keep on passing.

I would do anything to stop the clock.

To freeze time in its tracks.

To guarantee that tomorrow would never come.

If only I could have that

Things would be very different.

Tick tock, tick tock.

I stare out at the window

Waiting nervously for a morning I cannot escape.

As the sun rises,

So too does my blood pressure.

I do not want this.

I do not need this.

But there is no avoiding it.

If only I had some way to disappear.

To remove myself from existence

Just for a couple of hours

I would be much happier.

But as it stands. I have no choice

But to face head on the fury

that lies ahead.

Tick, tock, tick tock

Time’s up…