Poem -

TIC TOC ( VOICE IN THE MIRROR)

Hi… it’s me again—
The whisper in the dark that calls you a failure,

The one who tells you,

You won’t survive another day.

 

Where is your so-called God

When you’re on the edge,

When silence becomes your only friend,

And your prayers echo off deaf ears?

 

I hear your thoughts—

They speak to me like secrets,

Each one bleeding with shame.

You are nothing.

No wonder you stayed alone.

No wonder your family turned their backs.

All it took was a whisper—

Just one.

And your world crumbled.

 

So, tell me… to whom will you pray now?

To what hope,

When every step feels like sinking sand?

 

Who am I?

I am you—

Watching from behind the mirror,

Mocking how far you’ve fallen.

You had a life.

And you wasted it.

For what?

 

So just… lay down.

Close your eyes.

And maybe—just maybe—God comes fast.

 

I just wanted to be better than you.

But now, all I am is

The last echo of your silence.

 

Tic… toc…

Time slips.

Tic… toc…

No return.

 

Tic toc—I’m talking to you.

Tic toc—no one’s coming.

Tic toc—keep wasting your days

Until there are none left.

 

Tic…

Toc…

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