The clocks kill me with their relentless ticking
Like a march of hungry soldiers in search of war
Blood and bones instead of the fruits I should be picking
Clock arrows ferociously eating inside my core
I try to run from the realm of time
But a million hurdles stand in my way
And in my head I hear its singing chime
Like victory drumbeats vowing to stay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I try to run from realm of time. This is very interesting poem definitely. Victory vows more here.10