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Tick Tock
by Jeffrey ParrenThe clock's silent heart
beats as the night crawls on
and I find myself
staring into a blank darkness.
Even the moon is napping,
nowhere to be found.
Why is it the calmest of times
when my mind chooses to race?
Frustrated over people
whom will never change.
Anguish over
not writing enough poetry;
yes, the irony.
I learned long ago
time waits for no one.
It certainly isn't
waiting for me.
Tick tock
tick tock
life's but a blur.
Tick tock
tick tock
life's worth I cannot ignore.
One day I hope
to halt the clock's heart
if but for a beat. 02/01/2015 Posted on 02/01/2015
Copyright © 2024 Jeffrey Parren
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 02/01/15 at 10:26 PM Intriguing view of time passing. Don't think you will succeed in it missing a beat (even milisecond). Touches of humor, irony, pathos. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/03/15 at 01:16 AM Something hypnotic about your clock here, forcing some solid contemplation. Thanks for this. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/01/15 at 02:11 AM I love poems that deal with time, and this one is no exception. Well done Jeffrey, evocative, totally relateable. Congrats also on POTD. |
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