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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
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Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 4:08 AM UTC
Anxiety
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
rencoco
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Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 4:08 AM UTC
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