Tick, Tick, Tock by StormSage

Frantic, rushing unable to stop;
the thoughts
the pacing
the worry.

Tick, tick, tick
goes her brain
thoughts never
for a moment
taking rest.

Left, right, left
go her feet
fatigued and
weary
they still move.

Voices inside
sending her into
and endless
panic,
distorted.

Yelling, screaming
no control
pacing faster
tick, tick, tick
goes her brain.

Irrational
thoughts and
notions,
PRN
potions.

Eat a mouthful
have no more
fading away to
all but
bones.

Recalling dates
and times
from years ago
worry and
woes.

Ingest a sedative
that never slows
her down
tic, tic, tic
goes her brain.

Talking, walking,
talking some more
sorting, hording
items; hold
onto them all.

For the world
will end
if you dispose
of the
rubbish.

Collect clothes,
perfumes,
catalogues,
tissues;
bags full.

Frantic, rushing
finally she
stops...
finally rest.
tick, tick, tock.

(C) Leanne Elliott

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