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.




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.







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.


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