A Ticking Clock Slowly Overtakes Me

She sits and waits
Watching seconds tick by
And she dreams
Of Better Days,
Weeks,
Years

She waits
For time
For when it runs by

Thinking only of the future

Then
Horror strikes her and
Terror forms and unvoiced cry

A realization crashing in
that she waits
for Death
Cold air comes and chills her soul
Thinking, perhaps
She will run out of time for her future
Cold air
Cold thoughts
And two words: No time.