Time-Lapse Poem by wanda vision

As the numbers fade away
From the moving „tongues„
As they leave behind a slowly repetitive tick tack
As it gets sooner to the noon
It also approaches a new end
You can see it as a shapeless form
of the unknown
They all lie down on their bed waiting for the time to come
As the sound of the clock soothes them down
It's like the ocean's breeze on a summer day
It gets closer with every moment passed
As their hearts slowly break down
They hear the end from the clocks heart
One more moment they say in unison

The clock stopped ticking
The numbers are no longer there
They all vanished, in the memories of yesterday.