Relentless Time

This new clock ticks like a warning bell,

each second dropping, heavy as stones,

its hands swing, casting shadows, thickening

the space around me, choking on stillness—

every glance toward it a sharp reminder,

a countdown I didn't sign up for,

sharp and unforgiving like the boss’s glare,

in meetings where dreams and seconds collide,

my thoughts slipping through the cracks of minutes.

A pendulum of worry, swinging to and fro,

every tick a question, a moment missed,

like time laughing at my scattered focus,

relentless, unyielding, refusing to pause,

so I sit, hands folded, my heart races slow,

reminding me that life moves,

regardless of what I want it to be.