10 More Minutes

 

I cannot swim across the clock

there is no beach, there is no dock,

Only moments with a current

attempting to pull me under.

Each tick a wave that crests and falls,

each tock a voice that softly calls.

No lighthouse beams, no floating rings—

just shadows cast by unseen wings.

I float on seconds, gasp for breath,

time whispers tales of life and death.

Yet still I drift in quiet harm

reaching for the snooze alarm.