Tick… tack… tuck…

It drips, it gets noisy

Echoing louder

Than my feelings

It stirs up my thoughts,

This erratic tick-tack,

Arrhythmic clashes

Upon my keyboard

The frantic fingers

Try to unravel

The tick-tack’s message

That rattles illegibly

As the moment freezes

And the mind goes blank,

I glance down at my hand

Resting on the keyboard

Something stopped the letters,

The verses, every line

My hands dampened,

The keyboard burnt

The tick-tack carries on, muffled,

Groaning in silence

It wasn’t some mystical

Noise of any kind

Tick… tack… tuck…

Teardrops all along

Jona Cenameri