Final's Week

The tick tock
tock tock
of my clock
clock clock
pains me,
shames me,
in ways I never
though of before.
The second hand,
the burning brand
leaves a fiery mark
upon my retina,
but I keep looking
for more
more more;
What's in store?
It has a fit,
epileptic,
and the hand
jerks across my face
at a ridiculous pace
and time is up.