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The Tick

I chew on my lower lip when I am anxious


It is a nervous

Tick

Tick

Tick

As the seconds pass by

And I barely get by

My teeth grind

On my lip

The nervous

Tick

Tick

Tick

Of the clock

It passes by nonstop

This anxious

Tick

Tick

Tick

Of mine

That lives in the mind

But is brought to life outside

With this nervous

Tick

Tick

Tick

That little hand in the clock is slick

Constantly moving

That little prick

I’ll never catch him

Or slow him down

No matter how many times I think I’ve beaten him

He’s always up for another round

A fight I can never win

So I grind on my lip

Tick

Tick

Tick

I have a callous

And a gap in my teeth

From all the times

That this mind of mine

Has almost lost his mind

A little

Tick

Tick

Tick

That lives within

As the ticks stack up

So do my sins

And so do the seconds

Of wasted time

Tick

Tick

Tick.


-C.H.

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