Restlessness-
Tick tock tick tock
Tch tch tch tch
Tick tock tick tock
The velcro goes
Back and forth,
Tch tch tch tch
As I wait for the result,
As I patiently gnaw into
My lower lip, its become
Breakfast on an average day.
I blink in time with time itself,
Tick tock tick tock,
I panic, give in,
Kneel in anxiety, I stop my
Dosage of air, I surrender to the
Ticks, the tocks and the milliseconds
Lost in translation, I beg myself
To yield, I argue,
'You fool, you cannot beat time,
You're being an imbecile. Give in.'
I internally scream loud enough
To drown out the voices, I wipe
Off the beads of sweat forming,
I let my eyes hover close.
.
.
.
*eyelids open*
Tick tock tick tock.
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Echo of Thoughts
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