the clock is ticking...

Words; they hit you like a bombshell.
A cheap shot to your side.
Before you realize what has happened, it hits you.
Like an avalanche.
Fast, unforgiving.
Its white surface contradicts the color of purity.
Maybe I deserve it. Go on! Pile them on.
Buried under the cascade of truth.
Nothing I can say will redeem me.
Am I a lost cause?
I don't know. At least not yet.
Don't give up on me.
There is still some hope.
Like a phoenix, I will rise from the ashes.