A Stupid Child

Growing up I believed I had a ticker in my heart,
With Hands that moved around and around
With Hands that went in circles,
With Hands that wouldn't
Stop.

Until one day the hands on my ticker broke.
Time kept moving around me
Making circles much like
My Hands had done.

Now I know better
I am not longer that stupid child
Thinking's hands moved in circles as he ran in them too.

I'm an adult now.
I have circles much bigger than I had before.

I'm an adult now and I'm terribly frightened.
In my much larger circles, in the dead of the night I heard a ticking, a whirling, spinning noise.

In the dead of the night I felt my chest tick and tock for only a brief moment, but that's all it took.

I'm
Scared.
That
Ticker
Who's
Hands
Broke,
Who
Flatlined,
Just ticked in the dead of the night.

I'm fucked