The Wretched Clock

Inspired by H.G. Wells' book The Time Machine, written in 1890

The face of the clock,
the hands ticking away time,
it seems so wasteful,
will it ever stop?

Why must that wretched white face
take away our time,
our time in this space?
Is the clock what controls our life
Is everything we worked for mere strife?

The world will end,
or so they say,
so, is what we worked for
just meant to be thrown away?

And what if,
when the world takes it's last, collective breath
humanity has made it so sick
The it begs for a quicker death?

Curse the clock!
Curse the passing of time!
Why must it
take away and use up
our only life?

Author's Note

Tell me what you think!

Reviews

[jennifer little]

good job well done keep up the good work

[M]

I like the 4th stanza a lot. I don't know how the notion of time slipping away relates to strife, which is conflict. Also, I don't think the use of time and space as is commonly associated in relativity adds much to the stanza.

[Lina Grey]

Intriguing and inspiring, a curious topic I've contemplated a number of times, and a well-written, upbeat poem. Thank you.

[Emrick]

Nah.no curse on the clock.its like cursing God.
its a cool poem tho.

[Alex Vidmar]

This is great. Well done. Love it.