my body is a ticking clock
the thud thud of seconds passed
they burn away in my chest
and pound against my eardrums
a steady race with accomplishment
of pride, worth, and meaning
crippled under a stern reminder
the constant sound of ticking
tick tick, thud thud, tick tick, thud thud
I only hope the day that comes
when I'm met with my demise
I will have found myself enough
to greet the last and final tick
warm with relief and content
for now I am afraid of death
because the fear of life still fills me