Tick-Tock

There it sits. On that verge way over there. It rocks back and forth. Taunting fate. Tempting disaster. Challenging physics. It nearly falls a hundred times but never does. It plays a winning game. It trusts within itself.

A clock sounds in the center of my heart. It ticks with my beats and tocks when my heart rests. The sound fills every corner of my being. And I am filled with knowing; when it stops it will fall. If it isn't salvaged, it will die.

Tick-Tock.
It reverberates through the painful corners. It is louder than all my loud. It is the new center of my life. When it stops it falls and I fall. The knowledge is soul chilling -when it stops I stop.

Tick-Tock.
The deadline looms ahead. Its rocking is numbered. Soon it will fall. Unless. But my hands are tied. I can't save it. I can't save myself. I sit and watch.

Tick-Tock.
I weep and pray. I sob and hope. I use all my reservoirs to will it to be saved. I believe against doubt. I hope and pray with all my might.

Tick-Tock.
Don't fall. I beg you, don't fall. Stop ticking. I beg you, lend it some extra time. Don't fall. I can't lose you. Someone will save you. Just don't fall.

And yet still Tick-Tock.
Don't let it fall. I beg you, God, don't let it fall. Save it. Save me.

Tick-Tock.