But the clock ticks

but the clock ticks

on frozen time

nothing moves

nothing awake

numbness

perpetuating

dwelling

deeper

and deeper

but the clock ticks..

at fixed pace

and things remain

unchanged

nothing of worth

grows around

but the clock ticks..

drifting away

round and round

slowly at margins

never was silence

this deafening

spring

this bleak

life

this asleep

yet the clock ticks

with jarring swiftness..

#poem #poetrt

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