Immeasurable
Which unit of time is best: lovers, sins, or homes?
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
I’m making myself dizzy
Can’t you see I’m busy
It’s quite obvious that you
However
Have nothing better
To do.
Reeling all day long
Repeated and endless song
These primordial clocks
Timeless
Monotonous and ruthless
Never stop.
Years of work and trials
Trapped in tiny vials
Time starts to fade
Sparkling
Dripping and darkening
Spills away.
Circling hands clicking
Seconds incessantly ticking
Boldened numbers on the face
Printed
Beneath such glass untinted
Rat race.
Digital and analog
Life stuck in a bog
Count your lovers, sins, or homes
Ghost
Stories alive in most
Ancient tomes.
About the Creator
Emily Dickerson
Hopeful and young, full of love. From my heart high praises are sung. For this reason I am here: to love and serve and bring all souls near. <3
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