The Elusive Clock

Tick. Tick. Tick.
Recorded and throbbing.
Measured like a dying heartbeat.
This thing, so occult
With or without it
we would continue on
living as we always had.
Freely, no chains on Father Time.
No chains--
spinning us into misery
as we pull out our hair
scurrying, tripping over our own peace
Tick. Tick. Tick.
All-powerful,
it ticks us submissive
painting away our colourful humanity
as we run
following orders we believe to be ours
and ours alone
Tick.

Reviews

[Valentine]

Often we think we aare the master of time...but it is the master of us..when we let it be..Thought provoking write..Kathie

[Stella]

Great topic, I liked how your poem helped enhance the topic. I liked the idea of time slipping away and how it will always be our enemy since there is no way to defeat it.

[Robin]

time, the illusion , and the burdens one carries needlessly as they journey through life . I like how you think

[dukovan]

"tripping over our own peace" its a frustrating feeling seeing everybody do this, then knowing there is a whole system in place before we were even born.

[Vinod Kumar U K]

Areal clock viewing and reflecting everything............

[Rae]

Interesting. Keep writing!!

[Enigma]

A wonderful connection you established there with your words. Great write. :)

[bobby]

Interesting and easy to read it would seem by the last tick" time has run it coarse. Our equivalent idea of time on the "other side" we believe to be unrestrained freedom from the clutches of this world. What if we become mist in the galactic star space time continuum...is that our freedom?

[Tasha]

I understand this. Very creative.
♥ Ta'Shandra

[DreyaArt]

wow i totally understand this, thank you so much for letting me read it! Well done!