A clock ticks a distinguished beat,
an hour glass pours its sand.
Bombs play their deadly tunes,
Tick, Tick, Tick;
only symbols of this barrier we call time.
Like restraints and handcuffs,
time freezes us in place.
It is a lifespan, a lifetime, only onetime.
Time is daily repetition, which dances upon our activities.
It is the blockades of experience, the indicator of old age.
Time nestles upon our romance, it is an obsession.
The indicator of normality, of stability and form.
Time is value that pays our bills and feeds our mouths.
It is a schedule created by man for man.
Seconds of pleasure, days of pain;
the increments of our life.
Time is an imaginary figure.
Darkness and blackness
that supply us with a sick sense of enlightenment.
Providing us with our materialistic fix;
It is solid and obsessive compulsive.
Time manipulates our mental movements,
It is both subjective and objective.
It is a human race,
A race against time.
Tick, Tick Tick
Author notes
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A contest entry
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Excellent, Echoing Knickerdew's comment here. Thoroughly enjoyed ....well done...mal
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Great Write
WOW, it is hard to believe you are only 17!
You write wonderfully and you have a very deep understanding of life. Great Write!
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well I am 18 now but thats beside the point haha. thank you for your comment, I've somewhat been forced to mature quickly in life. thanks so much
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