Time - Poem by Ashlee Frisch
The seconds tick past,
a quiet clock on the wall, ticking, ticking,
A minute can seem like an hour,
here one second, gone the next,
it never says goodbye.
it continues, unchanged, undetected,
is it really there?
do we just make it up? protecting ourselves,
swift as an eagle,
dives into your heart.
time never waits,
never fights back,
it just ticks, ticks, ticks,
the silent clock.
never there, but always there.
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