Mirror, toss/tossing, troubled, clock, dawn, after, willing, unceasing, stairs, brow, turning, creaking
I tossed a casual glance at the mirror.
I was troubled. I found it troubling.
The clock behind me reminded me that time moves on
The dawn will emerge from the darkness
Day will dawn and after many hours
Willing time to slow down
I realise it’s unceasing plodding on.
I rush up the stairs to rescue my childhood,
The sweat on my brow drips down my face
And turning to look back I hear a creaking on the stairs
It frightens me; my past catching up with me.