panic in my mind.

I used to count time
But not by minutes that past

The very digits
on the analog made no sense

To silence the panic in my mind
I would add the digital clock

Twisting it backwards
Forwards again

Even from centre
inside out

I once stared
despairingly for hours

Resetting my mind completely
To many thoughts

trying to escape the minutes
that sure reached hours ahead

It worked so well
That in despite times

I was convinced i was a clock
My heart ticking in rhythm

With the numbers in my head
Becoming a second
between the minutes past
an hour instead

Time is a crazy thing
I'll never understand

But always cherished
The silence at my command .