a clock t i c k s
in the corner of the room.
each stroke
rings around her fragile mind,
pounding against the shattered plans
as she taps her foot twice as fast,
to the beat of upcoming failure.
a second passes,
followed by another
second
until she
stills,
her mind buckling into a state of
paralysis.
lost time,
lost work,
lost marks,
lost grades,
lost prospects,
taunt her ruined mind mercilessly
as she glances towards the clock once more.
a minute has passed.
she panics,
cursing the gods of time,
whom she would do anything for
to regain those precious seconds
whilst she frantically writes,
her mind replaying her father’s words on repeat;
“Time waits for no-one.”
and as the clock t i c k s selfishly,
the pressure rises twice as fast,
pushing the weak constraints of her mind
together
until they explode,
in endless torrents of anxiety.
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PoetryThis is just an assortment of my thoughts. The cover was produced by @etherealinsanity, who has her own collection of thoughts in a book called 'set free', which will literally leave you speechless. She was one of my many inspirations to write mysel...
