Tick Tock

by Marie Bowers

In the blackness I can hear the clock
It’s perfect rhythm of ticks doesn’t stop
Round and round it’s endless path
With no option of turning back
Every second passes just the same
Leaving just the way they came
There’s no stopping or slowing,
Time just keeps going.

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