Like the ticking of a clock,
My heart beats in my ears.
I wait for the sound of it to stop,
As I have for many years.

Yet endlessly the ticking goes,
A bomb waiting to burst.
Tirelessly, it outlasts my foes,
Myself alone spared, forever cursed.

The fuse is spent, but there is no flame,
A sputtering spark, lost and confused.
No further items to catch the blame,
Wandering helplessly, battered and bruised.

Searching for some long lost hope,
My tired feet drag me through the days.
I keep dropping to the end of my rope,
Yet there's always more room, despite the frays.

Like the ticking of the clock,
My heart beats in my ears.
I wait hopelessly for it to stop,
As it beats to the rhythm of my tears.