cuckoo

There was a clock ticking in the back of their minds
counting down every day,
scratching the rare moments of happiness that dared to last
one minute more
and another minute more
and another minute more yet
tick tick tick

That clock whispered words of fear,
of confident terror lurking on their backs,
waiting for its finest moment to come out,
a curse of rough path that
called the creatures of the night in a silent howl
of dread
and panic
and pain
and death yet
tick tick tick

And that fear was the key to their trembling legs,
failed memories,
missed calls,
foggy eyes,
the very core of their nightmares,
the shadow of their existence
and surviving
and strive yet
tick tick tick

tack

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