Ticking Time

I hear the piercing tick-tock.

I stare at the clock.

Thinking of nothing but the time

Watching my life slowly pass by.

Wishing for life to go faster.

No one knows about my fading time.

 

Tick-tock

Tick-tock

I point at the clock.

They finally hear.

Taking my clock off the hinges

Leaving me with no sense of time.

How will I know?

Craving for something to do in my spare time

I consume myself with self-reflecting thoughts.

 

Silent ticking.

Counting each breath.

Soon enough I find something else to hold onto.

Life.

Happiness.

Myself.

 

Tick-tock

Tick-tock

They put the clock back on the wall.

I do not notice.

I can not hear the tick-tock.

I see the clock.

But can not hear the tick-tock.

I no longer need the clock.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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