Tick-tock

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The hands of the clock cannot be stopped, cannot be slowed, they go round and round and high and low, immutable as the tide – there is nowhere to hide.

Choices made, things left undone and unsaid, regrets biting with cold hard teeth once the hour has grown late – bitterness should never be one’s last taste.

Tick-tock, it all becomes a blur, it all fades faster and faster.

And I see my dreams floating off to space to mingle with the stars and nebulae.

Image Credit: charlotteleroy.deviantart.com

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35 thoughts on “Tick-tock

  1. What great imagery!

    I could feel the press for time at the beginning of the verse, and then as if by will or habit, the shades and power of regret slows, numbs and transmogrifies everything.

    Only ghostly dreams fill the misty atmosphere.

    Loved it!! ❀ Dajena

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  2. Great work. You’ve captured the panic and despair we all feel as time passes us by. The incessant ticking mocks us and our plans.
    Glad to see you back on here, I’ve missed you πŸ™‚ I hope everything is alright with you and that we’ll be seeing more of you soon.

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    1. Thank you Adam, it’s been a difficult couple of months. Hopefully, it’s going to settle down now, and I’ll be able to devote more time to this blog, as well as all of you lovely people – I’ve missed you too! πŸ™‚

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  3. Yes this one is covered in WIN especially these lines “egrets biting with cold hard teeth once the hour has grown late – bitterness should never be one’s last taste.”

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