Days gone by.
Tick tock.
The world remains.
Tick Tock.
Time slipping away.
Tick tock.
Seconds. Minutes. Hours. Days. Weeks. Months. Years. Decades. Dynasties.
Tick tick.
No concept of time.
Tock tick.
Lights are flashing. Lights are dimming. Senses diminishing.
Tock tock.
Stiff and built. Sturdy and sound.
As time goes on.
2018
YOU ARE READING
Mine
PoetryThe title "Mine" has more thought into it then one may originally anticipate. Though that's common theme in the world of meaning. Calling it "Mine" refers to the hardships I've dealt with in past years. When dealing with that I went though motivatio...
