tick

tock

tick

tock

she had a new clock

hanging on her wall

continuously reminding her 

that life kept going

that time wasn't waiting for her. 

there was nothing to do

nobody to see

just a rut of nothingness

over

and 

over

and 

over

tick

tock 

tick 

tock

what was she going to do with her life?

what was the point of it all?

earn her keep in the world?

die?

she wanted so badly to be free

to escape the cage

to do as she pleased

but she was trapped

with no key to bust her out.

only the incessant reminder of the clock

ticking and tocking

as if to mock her

wasting her life away in a cage she couldn't escape

and even if she did escape

it would come at a great cost

one she wasn't sure she could live with

so what was she to do?

waste away?

listen to the clock nonstop?

tick

tock

tick

tock

what was there to life anyway?

was the clock only filling the silence?

maybe if it weren't for the clock

she would go insane

because it was filling the void of nothingness

at least having the decency of telling her time was passing

tick

tock

tick

tock

the more she sat there 

the more her head wanted to explode

because the loneliness

and the prison she called her life

were making her crazy

she needed to escape

but at what cost?

her sanity?

ticktick

tocktick

tickity tock

it was all blurring together

the stead rhythm becoming erratic

was she going insane?

what was wrong with her?

why was she still here?

she would try to sleep it off

maybe sleep would make it stop

would make the incessant ticking 

go away

tick

tock 

tock 

tick

it wasn't working

she couldn't fall asleep

and she was still trapped

and she didn't know what to do

tick 

tock

tick

tick

tock

she was getting tired

and her eyes were drooping

and the ticking was somewhat comforting

tick

tick

tock

tick

tick

goodnight 

she thought to the clock

tick....