Tick

The constant, predictable click of the clock

Lulls my mind to the brink of sleep

Recalling to memory a time

That my subconscious keeps

In a glass globe, picturesque and protected

From the poison that seeps

Into my heart with the passing of time

And the increase of years.

When I was a young child

Unaware of what was to come

Unaware that my fears

Were trivial in comparison

Unfamiliar with the broken spirit tears

On which I would build my kingdom.

I sat on the woven fabric

Of my grandmother's couch

And listened to the clock tick.

Tick Tick Tick

And then childhood was gone

Just like Grandma's last breath.

I learned that death

Comes for us all.

Tick Tick Tick

Time goes by at an uncontrollable rate,

Rushing in the the new day,

Quickening the speed of fate.

I need no reminder that life has a limit

I need no lesson that our time here is brief

We are but vapor in the wind,

Destined to fall as autumn's leaf.

As the clock ticks in silence,

I fight the weight of my eyelids

Knowing the moment is precious.

The live fully is my defiance

Against the deadly passing of time.

Before life comes to its end

I will live as loudly as I can.

Until my body into grave descends

I will live like I will, one day, die.