Prisoners Of The Clock Poem by Werdkraft Penwrite

Prisoners Of The Clock



The three hands,
All keep running,
As if they intend to
Catch the others

Even when met
No breaking,
As if they are in a race

Is this a
Perpetual attempt
To break out
From the clock?

Monday, April 15, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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