Gnawing Time
Gnawing away at time
I wait
Until the days go by
I wait
when will my time come
I wait, to hear of the unknown
This, which will frighten me so
Mother yelling in my ear
Father telling me to fear
Awaiting the time of stress
I wait
Gnawing at the fingers of time
Chewing flesh as years go by
I wait
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