Tick, tick, tick.
The minutes dripped away
like wax from candles.
Hours crumbled away
like ice calving from glaciers.
Days floated away
like balloons in loose grips.
Tick, tick, tick.
Where did my time go?
I go now to meet the end
for I wasn’t quick enough
or of authentic resolve.
And upon me did all depend,
but I was not who you
needed, my friend.
Tick, tick, tick.