Tick Tock Eternally

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick...

The clock ticks very slowly.

Seconds are minutes,

minutes are hours,

hours are days.

 

The clock is old, passed down until the owner

leaves us.

But now, the clock will

never be passed down again.

 

The clock ticks.

The chimes sound.

It is midnight.

 

I will always hear that clock ticking eternally.

Because I must live forever.

 

 

Reviews

[Colleen Hitchcock]

Love, love, love the poem. If you are writing like this so young..you'll
be a very deep writer, congratulations!