Imminent Release

By Alexis Mack

Time slips through the
Loose grip of the clock’s
Hands.
I patiently await my imminent release.
Glancing back around me,
Chatter has clearly broken out,
And the people around me too
Focus on the patient clock,
Waiting for it to lose its grip.
The light reflects off the clear plastic surface,
Gleaming, and almost taunting us.
I direct my gaze
At the loudest of the bunch,
Still desperately trying to keep his now lost
Audience.
He barks angrily
But the distracted children remain unfazed.
Time is oozing into nothingness,
And the seconds wasted will never come back.
Tick, tick, tick, tick
Ding Dong!