The countdown

TICK.

 

TICK.

 

Time is running out. tick.

nobody is around.

 

tick.

Someone is coming.

I must hurry

 

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Footsteps approaching.

I am not going to make it, I Will fail.

One last breath.

 

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Hurry! Grab the blade!

Tick,tick,tick!!!

One quick swipe, nice and deep.

Goodby-

Tic-

                  Time has run out.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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