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

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