The clock keeps ticking..
Counting off each and every second..
Making me less and less in control..
More and more anxious..
As my nervousness grows..
Time is slipping through my fingers..
Despite my efforts to regain it..
The clock mocks me..
I want to rewind the gentle streams of history..
To undo what was done and undo what wasnt..
Time..
A poisenous thing..
It rules the human existince..
No one can change it..
No one can control it..
It is forever moving..
Unforgiving
Merciless
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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