Ticking till the batteries run dry,
With arms
Rotating faithfully till it dies,
Whose life is like a clock?
It never misses a single second
For when it does, it shall be discarded.
Whose life hangs
On rigid concrete pillars?
From a burning house,
Nobody saves the servile clock
For there are many to replace it with.
The clock ticks away,
Like a bomb that won't explode,
In the silence of the night it reigns,
Only to be drowned at the break of day.
-Elliot
An essay eluded me tonight, hence, this.
2 comments:
"The clock ticks away,
Like a bomb that won't explode,
In the silence of the night it reigns,
Only to be drowned at the break of day".. i like this line... hehe. just dropping by.
I like the word Mechalife...How were you able to coin such unique descriptions of things..smart guy huh!
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