The Cruel Clock Ticks
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sugarrosy
sugarrosy 19 | poet + novelist | she/her
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a poem about time slipping away when you've lost the motivation to live daily life ⌛

The Cruel Clock Ticks

Bitter tick of Earth's unending spin two, then four, then six

Of hours passed Sands trickle past shattered glass Flip it over; start again.

Insubstantial diminished like a cup that never gets full no matter how many raindrops fill live just to see how much time there is to kill.

Will I see iridescent skies? Starry nights, soft yellow light? The gentle glow of a campfire lit?

I'm waiting for liberation as the cruel clock ticks.

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