Hands Timed

I sit here,
books, papers and pens
assignments piling up.

The clock ticks away.

I write everything…
but the answer to the given questions.

The clock ticks away.

Countdown.

I listen to songs of the past
as ghosts brush strokes across key strokes
Microsoft still a ghost town.

The clock ticks away.

Countdown dances vigorously – sweating.

I hope I make it, as things go wrong
cellphone unusable
as it functions just below functioning level

stopped.

The clock ticks away.

Photo Credit: Created Gravity Expressions “Clock” by Gervanna Stephens

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