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Tick, Tock.

January 10, 2014
By Opticalillusion DIAMOND, Edenton, North Carolina
Opticalillusion DIAMOND, Edenton, North Carolina
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Favorite Quote:
I am an artist bound only for the poet's glory....But only achieve half of the success that my dreams aspire to find, And to what do the whispers tell me of this failure...To what end to they haunt my nightmares...my eternal dark dreams...

Tick, tock, tick, tock,
The symphony of our demise.
The melody of our wasted lives.
It is the song played in the back of our head,
It plays even once we are dead.

Tick, tock, tick, tock,
It tells us to make haste,
Before our time goes to waste,
Forgotten in ashes and left to decay.

Tick, tock, tick, tock
Time stands still when we look at the clock,
The master thief who never gets caught,
The clocks crimes are always forgot…
Tick, tock...Tick, tock.

The author's comments:
Time is the simplicity of this poem

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