Tick...click
Ripping pages through the wind
Click...tick
Faster, faster, soul is split
Tick, tick
Ticking clock,
Under lock
Time is gone
Show's began.
Tick, click
In the rythm
Mind blowns up.
Pages fly
Through the eyes
messing up and nearly stuck.
Tick, tack
Time is up,
But it's not end
We are alive.
Phantom words
Floating up
In the midnight
To the sky.
Click, tack
It's alright
We're still breathing
Choking up
Time is passing, all around
We can make it,
We can fly.
To the heaven in the Up.
Tick, tick
Flying bubble,
take a lick.
Taste of soap.
It was not we're hoping for.
Floating up, far and far
Tick and tack surrounded by.
Rubber face, smell of soap
Time is up. It's all gone.
Time for fall. Going down.
Hearing only tick and tack
We're all dead. We can stop.
Tick, tick, tick ,tick.....TACK.
Shhhhhh... Do you hear?
Now it' s hush.
Untill end
There it's silence
You can't hear it, but it's right there.
None of rush, tick and tack
There is only calm and hush.
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09.01.2024
Inspired by: musical "Tick, tick...Boom!" and view from my window
YOU ARE READING
Dreams Of The Midnight
PoesíaBook of poems writed mostly at night, when I can't sleep. And dream. Then I am making dreams by myself. Because my head is hatful of dreams, wishes and stories... ~I hope you will like it, Atellrie
