Chronophobia
Dust
Grey sprinklings
On those rusted golden gears
*Clink*
*Clink clank*
Symphony of the ageless cogs
Cold
Remorseless
Rise and revolve
Resonating
It resounds
The unrelenting *Tick*
Repeat
Over again
Replay, reiterate
Falling
Unable to escape
Indefinitely down
Imminent
Ever-forward
Some day I'll hit the ground
Onward
It will turn
And I can't keep up
Sprinting
And pursuing
But I can't keep going
RESIST
YOU CANNOT
RELINQUISH CONTROL
All-mighty
All-consuming
Mediator of being
Drowning
Encircled and engulfed
Enfolded by, the obsidian void
SUBDUE
SUCCUMB TO
SURRENDER AND ACCEPT
*Tick*
The oldest you've ever been
*Tick*
The youngest you'll ever be
*Tick*
Do not squander opportunity
*Tick*
Your alarm is set for...
Copyright © Michael Whatley | Year Posted 2016
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