Daily Dose of Poetry

The Clock

The clock stopped ticking,
The metals had already been rusty.
The wheels were turning slow,
But,

Now...

It finally stopped.

The end of an era.

I tried to fix it.
For many hours I've been working.
But my skills aren't that good anymore.

So, I stopped.
I stopped trying to fix it,
And just left it in a corner.
Alone to be forgotten.

The ticking that was always there,
Can't be heard anymore.
It's gone,
And since I can't fix it.

I just abandoned it.