Clockwork Poem by Cindy Anna Bailey

Clockwork



Heartbeats, breath, and lights
Souls are churning
Thoughts are forming
Life begins like clockwork
Thump, thump, thump
A regular pattern meaning only one thing
You live in accordance to laws
You strive to make a living
Everything is put into place

Slowing, fainter, darker
Souls are resting now
Thoughts are vaporising
Death begins like clockwork.

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Cindy Anna Bailey

Cindy Anna Bailey

South West Coast of England
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