just how long
will the clocks tick on
before time
comes to a stop
before everything ends
all words and events
time
and the ticking of clocks?
how long will we wander
with hearts torn asunder
that stop
in the blink of an eye?
how long do we thrive
until everyone's lives
are all over
like ticking and time?
YOU ARE READING
where the roads don't go
Poetryin·tro·spec·tion noun \ˌin-trə-ˈspek-shən\ : the process of examining your own thoughts or feelings
