The winding of the tick tock clock
It hangs on the bare wall behind you
Counting your days. Counting down.
All that time you've wasted
And the time well spent
Counting down.
Spinning around the clock
It ticks and tocks.
Counting every second.
Counting down.
Every moment.
Counting down.
YOU ARE READING
Ballerina
PoetryThis is a compilation of poetry that I wrote through my senior year of high school for my favorite English class. I wrote these poems at a time in my life where everything was changing- for the better. I hope you enjoy them.
