Time

Each heartbeat—like the tick of the clock—
reminds me that I have minutes
to live. I stare at the huge,
neon numbers and wait.
I stand on the edge
of the platform
and on the
edge of
death.
Tracks
rumble
as the train
nears the station.
I take a deep breath
and cross the safety line.
My surroundings fade as I
take the plunge into the darkness—
the unknown—a place where time stands still.

Written for "Invalid Item" 
Nonet = 9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1 syllables. (Invert the syllable count in a second stanza to create a Double Nonet).