Ticking Clocks Poem by Mark Fahmy
Ticking Clocks
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
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8/28/2026 12:08:48 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
I try to run from realm of time. This is very interesting poem definitely. Victory vows more here.10