The Clock Poem by Jackson Wings

Tick tock tick tock the repeated echo of the clock flies through your mind. The clock ticks on until time completely stops. Everyone hoping the clock will reset at the end bringing a new age of life. The clock is ran by father time a man who controls all of life. Time can be a bad thing to you got that tick tock tick tock echoing through the void you hear each tick and your alone yet you feel another presence which you haven't felt for a while. It is time which has brought them back but it is only an illusion created by the stress of loneliness. Alone good word saying who people are. You may love but it will go away soon. If you hurry though you'll lose everything you love because you tried to go to fast. Some clocks go faster for people ending them like a game played by the keeper he can make time yet take it away. That's the way the clock works taking and bringing constantly. Till one day it just stops...