I can see the sound of seconds
As they slowly slide by
Like a hospital waiting room
Where the lights are too bright
And the walls, and the floors, and the people
Too white.

Where is this place?
Am I trapped in my mind?

Any semblance of sanity
Long left behind
The ticking is sliding
Like the beats of my heart
The sound of the scraping
Sand against sand

Caught in an hourglass
Sifting, sliding

Grains of tears spill
Scraping my skin
Rough without
Was once smooth within
These rough, salty flakes
Tear at my eyes

Until I am sifting
And sliding inside of these sounds

I miss when clocks just ticked.