Tick tock

Time trots by

It’s slow and steady as the beating drum

The winds blows threw my hair as I close my eyes to feel spring all around me.

My path has become clouded to my vision.

Tick tock tick tock

My time is running out

His presents suffocates me and gives me air

All at the same time

My hands are stretched out in front of me

Franticly searching for a hand to grasp mine.

All the faces smile and wave at me as I pass by.

Do they see the pain in my face?

I’ll be alone forever

To dwell

In the forgotten

Meadows

Of

Time.