Tick-Tock (a poem)

the ticking clock reminds me of dying,

descending into dim voids –

each second my body

devours itself

organs shift in pain

my brain pulses blood

burnt by winter suns

wishing for immortality

to whisper to me

but settling for

endless darkness

(Photo by ahmet hamdi on Unsplash)

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