My eyelids slid
like a flag flying half-mast.
I needed to fast
from the passing of time.
It was eating away at me,
I cast myself over
the hands of the clock
to stop them achingly creaking.
but they kept beating against me.
Trying to force themselves past.
Trying to break-fast and devour
every second I still had fleeting
in this heart that was slowly beating.
I needed to fast
from the world.
The constant sounds
that amassed at the doors.
Through the air
the hoards pounding sores.
The boarding sound soars,
escaping my cluttered thoughts.
I just want to go north.
To where the air is clear.
My eyelids sag,
I need to fast
from these dragging days.
Sleep fast in my bed,
I'm starting to lag.
My flag is down
and I've lost the will to raise.
I could fast from devouring time,
let it sit still for a few hours,
digesting
the signs,
but it's so hard to stop,
when the hands never cease turning
on that old worn-out clock,
and those chimes always seem
to increase.
Every hour, another bell
means another
demon is released.
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