Poem -
Tick tock
The hands on the clock stood still,
the essence of time faded,
TransfixedÂ
He gazed at the clockÂ
tick tock tick tock,
his eyes glued His mind racing,
tension in his body grew,
his thoughts now coming true,
tick tock tick tock,
his body twitching with anticipation,
the countdown to annihilation,
tick tock tick tock.
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Comments
A clever write. There is a sensation of time eating away as you read this. Like an itch waiting to be scratched. A good shortÂ
Gwen :)
Thank you
Yes, Gwendoline is right and there is an interesting ambiguity: is the ending s negative one or rather a positive one? Being an optimist I vote for the latter...Â
"Perception is one's own"...
thank you