I run to my room
And slam my door
To hide from the ticking
That does roar
The sound doesn’t stop
The sound doesn’t cease
I can only cry
And hope for peace
The clock won’t stop
Time won’t slow
The hands still tick
The humming so low
I cover my ears
And close my eyes
Clearing my head
Of all the lies
The minutes pass
The seconds fleet
The clock moves
To a standard beat
Day turns to night
And night turns to day
All the while
I will lay
Waiting for silence
Waiting for peace
Waiting for the ticking
To finally cease
I open my eyes
And I soon see
The clock won’t stop
Ticking time for eternity
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
depressing isnt it: ( or is time an illusion? great poem! Thanks for submiting, more please!