Tick, Tick, Tick-

The wall clock ticks sinisterly, My eyes are riveted to it. Tick, tick, seconds escape quickly - All my chances seem forfeited. I would like to stop the ticking And hold back the hands - this movement. The wall clock – a scary thing, The past second – my lost moment. The conscious touching of the time Reminds of the inevitable. I hear the clock all the while: The clock-the time-my life-fear… I can’t stand it. It’s so tragic. I catch my anxious, nervous breath. Every struck second – tick, tick, tick, Brings nearer the certain death…