Time.

I sit alone consuming my pain, smothering my true self.  I jerk my life into focus, courage deserted.  I need time, more time.  Want it, need it, time.  My moments come, my moments pass still I sit here smothering my true self.   Biting my knuckles and bartering for time.  The moment of truth, I stand desperate to release myself.  Too late the moment, the time is gone.  Obliviously it flitted into oblivion.  The seconds marched off the brink, toy soldiers grim-faced sinking, falling, failing.  At the last moment they look in my eyes, my terror mirrored in theirs.  A solider with my face near the brink, he looks at Me before the last step.  I nod and Take the plunge, this is my end.