Clocks sound like ticks of a bomb
And I clench in moments of calm
Wanting to hold the present so tight
Refusing to look ahead is a loosing fight
My emotions a mess and stomach twisted
But tracks are set and it wont be shifted
I scratch, bruise, and wound myself
Despised with my own boundless wealth
Family, friends, work and good health
But I never earned this spot on the shelf
So I do what I can, which is weep
For those already put to sleep
I hide my tears and say its fine
As I watch your health decline
I wish I could stop everything, freeze time
Give you your dreams in place of mine
But what is it worth this life I tide
If its ends up without you by my side
Is it wrong to mourn a loss not yet stolen
After happy moments to find myself sullen
A goodbye before we part
Before I live with a broken heart
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 2:59 AM UTC
Clocks sound like ticks of a bomb
And I clench in moments of calm
Wanting to hold the present so tight
Refusing to look ahead is a loosing fight
My emotions a mess and stomach twisted
But tracks are set and it wont be shifted
I scratch, bruise, and wound myself
Despised with my own boundless wealth
Family, friends, work and good health
But I never earned this spot on the shelf
So I do what I can, which is weep
For those already put to sleep
I hide my tears and say its fine
As I watch your health decline
I wish I could stop everything, freeze time
Give you your dreams in place of mine
But what is it worth this life I tide
If its ends up without you by my side
Is it wrong to mourn a loss not yet stolen
After happy moments to find myself sullen
A goodbye before we part
Before I live with a broken heart
I hate health i hate how big the dreams we have are when we cant grasp them
I hate progressing while they stagnate, it makes me detached with all that I hold.