The clock

Time for a change, time for reprieve. I lay here in silence. Strange how it echoes, washes over me in waves, even though it represents nothingness and emptiness. I smile, but look closely, the sunshine doesn't quite reach my eyes. I can give it to you in immeasurable amounts and make your face light up, but I never keep some for me. Inside I'm dying as I cry. My soul is raw from clawing my way out of this hole. Every second ticks by loudly as the arms on an imaginary clock on the wall move. Tick tock tick tock. The pain is unbearable and I pray fervently to release me from this hell. I relinquish myself, my life, at times when I'm too tired to fight against it, to whatever is out there, but I get no reply. The clock keeps ticking steadily. Unwavering in its resolve to drive me insane, keep me in this moment. Time covers me its heavy blanket and it suffocates me. It moves, but I'm stuck. I see the light peeping through the corner, mocking me. Can't you see that I can survive here much longer? Why won't you let me out? Let me breathe.