For What Lies Hidden

A collection of all my poetry in an order I think makes reading it even more fun and exciting.


37. The Clock

Tick tock

Tick tock

Goes the clock

Echoing around the block.


The clock is counting

Down the seconds,

Pressure is mounting

As time beckons.


Tick tock

Tick tock

Goes the clock,

Nearly giving me a shock.


The clock is beating,

Quicker and faster,

Until the hour of the meeting

When it’ll determine the master.

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