Tick, Tick, Tick
I sit alone in the daunting darkness
Moreover, all that presides through the night is that
Tick, Tick, Tick
Why does it not stop?
Give me a chance to undo the do of life
It does not care; it keeps with its tormenting
Tick, Tick, Tick
Mistakes, loves, deaths all have gone
Nevertheless, I just sit spellbound beneath that obstreperous
Tick, Tick, Tick
Amazing, it wakens the sensitivities in man towards the meaning and values of life, a 10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the use of repetition, awesome poem