Tick...Tick...Tick...
The slow rhythm plays
As if a bass was being kicked
Sometimes missing a kick,
A beat away from the metronome that stood and never misses
Tick..Tick..Tick..
My ears counting the rhythm
My feet tapping the ground
My eyes switching views
My fingers trying to make melody
My heart beating another thump
Tick.Tick.Tick.
A sound I can't get out
Stuck in my head, consuming away
A vision drowned out,
The words and lines blurred
Tick,Tick,Tick,
Playing in halves
No breaks nor intermissions
Without a pedal to smoothen the melody
Without a brake to hit
TickTickTick
A rhythm unlinked
A rhythm chasing me
YOU ARE READING
Violets Don't Grow Here
Poeziea collection of poems, monologues, and metaphors in other forms.
