Prompt
write about time
It's midnight and I can't find solid ground
There's sharks swimming in the pools behind my eyelids
Keeping me awake and eating me alive
Slowly, steadily, midnight marches past
Unaware of me trying and failing to grasp the sand slipping through my fingertips
Every bit of land lost in waves of one o'clock
But the clock keeps ticking
I'm awake and I'm wading through the shadows
The soft shuffle of my socks on the floor and the grandfather clock
Telling me it's two am
I'm home alone in a house of living ghosts
Shutting out lights and saying goodnight before falling into their graves
Am I dead?
I feel stuck
Time stops for no one, so I keep moving
My waking hours become watch towers
I stare at my lights like they're stars, mapping what they mean and where they lead
They must lead to somewhere, and to somewhere I will follow
Follow the moon until the moon becomes the sun
My eyes close at three o'clock, and this time, they stay that way
Because the night keeps going, and so do I
