Tic, Tock, Tick, Tock
Tick...Tock....Goes the empress Clock.
The time does not slow, idle we shall see, destruction of self due to eternal envy.
The time it moves forward and lust for greed we may find,
to fill lives with fortunes before our life's ending tide.
We take that not of ours, we empty the earth,
for time stands still for her yet not from our birth.
And still knowing not what time can only tell,
blindly leading by watch stapled upon wrist-ed bounds,
for watching the time left we are all bound.
And so this root of evil spreading greed and destruction,
causing no waisted moment without being sought,
this thing that beholds us, this time on our watch.
Always to be obeyed, always we know,
kept close by chain obsession, till we pay our dooms toll.
Author notes
Prompt: Time
we live our lives bound to our clocks, no moments lacking, no other thoughts!
How offten are you reading and have nothing to do, yet how many times do you look at the time on your clock?
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Comments
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This is an incredibly penned take on the prompt. So very dismal in its acceptance, for we are bound - by these hands... Great write!
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great write, so true the words described in this piece, good luck in the contest, best of wishes
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