It makes you wild,
In a sense of nature.
It makes you hallucinate,
In a world of clouded vapor.
You feel trapped,
And almost heartless.
you also feel thoughtless
in a sense of your mind.
It also interfere with what some people
May say,
Your grind.
It’s hard to manage.
It’s hard to control.
It’s painless,
And need none feelings.
It doesn’t care who or
What you are,
But you have to run to get far.
You have to run to catch it.
It makes you go higher
Than a rocket.
It makes you want to
Lock it-
Far away.
The ticks.
The sounds.
It’s unbearable,
By the heart beats
And pounds.
Your sweat drip.
Biting your fingertips.
Biting your bottom lip.
Paranoid.
Your losing it.
The pressure is heartless.
The pain is scarless,
But yet your scared.
Cries trapped in your throat.
Feels like when time fly
Your sorrows are on a float.
No need for a raincoat or a boat.
We’re sinking in with no floats.
Time is still high,
But I’m sinking underwater,
With a weary cry.
The tick and the tock.
The hard bottom of the ocean.
My body-
Hit that rock.
I can no longer hear the ticks.
I can no longer hear my cries.
I no longer have to sit,
And spell the word.
TIME.


                 Marci H.