A.N. Another 8th grade English assignment...Not exactly as good as I wish it was, but I still like it very much. Please R/R

Two hands fly slowly in circles.

This emblem of doom clutches the wall, or sits on a desk,

Like an insistent fly that cannot be squashed.

Its face is a flat mocking symbol of how much I have to lose.

I race with it each day,

Never getting ahead, no matter how much I strain.

Never gaining anything from it,

Always seeming to lose.

The more I age, the less I can keep up.

It feels like the end of this race is nearly over,

And I'm much too afraid,

I don't want to reach the finish line.

Yet, it never leaves me behind,

I'm caught in its invisible torrent,

I'm bound by its smothering grip,

Though it is only a symbol of the true perpetrator.

With youth long gone, and strength long past,

I cry out to this offender, I beg for mercy.

I know not whether it hears me,

For it cannot grant me mercy, it cannot cease.

This beast can never waver, never falter.

It can never pause or halt.

It is irreversible as a sunset,

And as infinite as the sky.