It stood - or hung -
A watchful eye on all,
Counting the seconds
Or the grains of sands' falls.
It stood - or hung -
And doom would come upon
Whenever it stopped
Until it worked once more.
It stood - or hung.
Imagine what'll happen
On the very day
Time stops once and for all.
YOU ARE READING
Through 2023
PoetryA collection of poems and other pieces of writing exploring emotions, thoughts and feelings of a wide range of topics from the most random of things to current affaires in the world as the author (me!) journeys through the year of 2023. Let's journe...
