Tik Tock, Tik Tock

I have unknown words to say, emotions to discover, feelings to feel, truths to unfold and told as my time winds down at year’s end.

But Truth be told, I am tired, so very tired.

Tired since the day I was born into this world, with little tragedies adding up across the ages into me and my beleaguered soul.

This soul which creeps in me, not wanting to come out anymore, it stays slunk and shrunk for its tired of trying to be seen by others without eyes.

Day in, Day out, wrong decisions are made, that cannot be made unmade, by everyone and me, putting others in a box of their own creation clearly defined with no quarter to give but judgements, stamped, signed, sealed and filed away deep into memory, never to leave and easily indexed, so to pull from to show me my darkest deeds done.

Opinions are locked in place and I do not have the key and I am terrible at picking any locks to free me from the spite of life that I have found myself in this hour.

So Tik Tok, Tik Tok, yet goes the clock on my soul as delightful desolation sets in upon me.

I only hold out hope my soul does not die alone during the last seconds of life once pulled fully.

by Philip Wardlow November,2026