Time creeps on me
From the opposite direction
Small at first-
Then looming, standing tall
And threatening.

Then I re-evaluated my situation
Turns out
I'm the one
who's moving towards time
It simply lies still, an inanimate object
What can it do?
Step back?

But that's not possible.

I could stop moving
Sadly, the only way to do that
Would be to ask my legs to buckle
And for the blood to stop its flow
While I sink deeper into the mud.

Stopping would mean
being buried in the quicksand.

Time can't further pause.
I can't ever pause-
Until my body can't carry me longer.