Tick tock
Have you ever listened
To the ticking
Of the pocketwatch?
That slow,
Soothing,
Aggrivating sound
Always another second passed.
Always another moment lost.
Do you hear it?
Tick
Tock
Tick
It never
Misses
A beat
Tick
Tock
Tick
It just keeps
On
Ticking
Tick
Tock
Tick
It reminds me
Of how much time
We've lost
It reminds me
Of how little time
There is left
It reminds me
That no matter what,
We cannot turn back
At night
I hear it
Constantly ticking
It won't stop
That slow,
Steady beat
The seconds between
Seem gradually
Longer
And it seems like
An eternity passes
Between each tick
Why won't it
Just stop
Ticking?
Does it have
Some role
In life?
Is that why
It won't stop
Ticking?
I press the knob
And open it
Slowly
Revealing those
Engraved words
Of mine
Don't forget
3. October
1911
I click it closed
And hold it
To my chest
Its every tick
Matching with the beats
Of my heart
Slowly
And
Steadily
Tick
Tock
Tick
Always another second passed.
Always another moment lost.
Do you hear it?
