The dread is coming, creeping slowly
Slowly but surely, like death in its wake
Time ticking, seconds slipping
Why must time keep on going?
Why can’t it stop awhile and breathe a little
Or much more take a vacation like everyone else
Why must it keep on going?
My eyelids are dropping
I must not sleep, I must keep time busy
Lest I forget and find myself
At tomorrow’s grasp, helpless and sorry.
I’m dreading tomorrow
Every second that passes by are seconds nearer
To the trepidation that gnaws upon me
Foreboding, menacing the very core of my soul.







