ticktock.

ticktock.

A Poem by Sarah Wilson

the lights are dim, the sun is setting
a glass of wine, half-empty
casts a lonely shadow on the wall

a clock is ticking
a solemn reminder 
of how time keeps running
even if we think we’re running
out

© 2011 Sarah Wilson


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Sarah Wilson
january 26, 2010.

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