Lost

LOST

Tick tock.
In and out.
Over and under,
Back and forth,
I still see such filth.
Scrub it hard and make it good,
Still it leaves a stain on my wealth.
Cut it out and throw it out,
Still it leaches on my health.

Tick tock.
In and out,
Back and forth,
I stumble and tumble.
It looms and haunts,
and so I fumble.

Tick tock.
I want out.

(Written at 3.09 am)