•free verse•
up there hangs an unreadable clock,
my hands start to shake,
as i continue to break,
tick, tock.
the numbers seems to float off the clock,
numbers i can't read anymore,
the numbers on the clock above the door.
my short time is running out,
anxiety.
it starts to sprout,
up and up it goes,
the doors of death will not close.
tick, tock, tick, tock,
those stupid numbers on the clock above the door,
the numbers i cannot read anymore.
-mew❤
