Failure
Tick tock goes the clock
Lingering sound only meant to mock
The end is near
Time I had seems to disappear
Anxious, please let it sees
Hair falls out, in need of release
I fidget, drawing blood
Too much around me, starting to flood
My throat is tight, no more air
Failure to hard to bare
That is it, the end of my time
I have reached the final deadline
Copyright © Erin S | Year Posted 2012
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