Tick tock
The hands move round the clock
Second and minute pass
Nothing seems to last
Tic tic tic
This silence doesn't fit
The situation, it's serious
But how it goes on is curious
Ding ding ding
The next hour is coming
Hurry to live hurry to die
All as time flies by
In a trance
Your last chance
But you choose not to stop
Life ruled by a simple
Tic Tock
YOU ARE READING
Poem book.
Poetrya book of poetry, written by me. everything in here is original. Some may be triggering, cause I'm little messed up. But honestly who isn't?
