Times Little Joke On Me....

It dragged me along.
I didn't want to go.
I grab, I hold, I scream...

I stare backwards,
longing for what was.
Or maybe wanting to cover what I wronged...

But pulled forward I go.
There is no choice.
There is no escape...

Pretending it doesn't happen.
I often can I pull that off?
The duct tape will not hold, so I move...

The lies I tell myself become just that.
Lies...
I trip over them on my journey on...

The fight? So pointless, yet I do it anyway.
The "tick tock" sounds like thunder in my ears.
And I know that time has moved me again...