I feel myself sinking
slowly and deeply
into this pit.

It's swallowing me whole,
taking away what little
freedom I may have
left.

School, work, friends,
not-friends, lover,
people-who-I-must-
endure.

Life is catching me by the
heel, dipping me into
waters not unlike
Achilles, but these waters
are made of poison instead
of the stuff of Gods.

Time is precious, it's weak,
it disappears quickly, is
often killed, passes by,
is skipped over.

You blink, you breathe,
precious milliseconds gone,
adding up and before you
know it minutes and hours
and decades have ticked on by.

Things I must do and things
I want to do and things
I should do are all mixed
up and lost in this way.

Nothing gets done except
the clock ticks on,
counting down the minutes
and seconds and decades
I have left.

Soon there will be
no more time to
eat and I will
be long buried in the dirt,
maggots and worms sailing
through my flesh, and
I'll have passed through my
time without giving anything
of worth.