Tick- tock, tick-tock; it goes on,
Ticking down like a time bomb
'There's plenty of time', to myself I assauge,
But guilt builds up, like rocks falling down a gorge.
That dreaded moment draws in nearer,
Raising the heads of my inhibition, my fears.
Rather than reprieve, I've only got more worry,
In order to keep up, I know I must hurry.
I run to a place I know not where,
I long to stop, but I do not dare.
Everything looms sinister from my perspective,
Time intimidates, snatching away every prospective.
I swim against this tide treacherous,
But it rapidly gains on me, doth tempestuous.
I flail, I shriek, but help alludes,
Every last ray of hope, now but a delude.
Jeers echo around, mocking my desperation,
As I slowly sink, burdened by my procrastination.
A final moan of lament survives, unsaid on my lips,
'I wish I'd honoured time, before it eclipsed'.
