Tick, tick, tick,
Each second passes.
Every movement the same,
Spinning in circles.
Always moving,
Yet eternal.
Takes many forms,
Analogue, digital, physical.
It could be front and centre,
Or sat on the side.
Always useful,
Evolved with the times.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Compilation
PoetryA portfolio of poems that I did for my 2nd year Poetry Creative Writing coursework.
