A metronome beats, but fails to hold the group together as panic wins.

Tick, tick, tick

It beats out

Slow and steady

Constant, unfailing

Leading us together

Tick, tick, tick

It continues

As we fall apart

Around it

Ignoring it

Forgetting to

Breathe, to think

As we watch her

Tumble down

Crashing to the floor

We reach uselessly

Missing her, dropping her

Panic and failure

Filling the air

Winning the day.

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  • Belinda Dobie on Mar 31, 2010

    I could almost hear the metronome ticking away.

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