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The Broken Clock

A clock ticks time by tirelessly

Gears winding like twines of string

With quaint clicking quickly quieting

Until finally time stands still

 

Broken glass of a smooth clock face

Gears halting in deformity

Glistening shards like the sands of time

Ceasing in their downward flight

 

A once beating ticking heart of life

Now is lost within a sleepless night

Once a momentum to continued light

Now falls to the ringing silence's might

 

Time broken into shattered deaths

Until there is simply nothing left

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Written by
ImNotWorthYourTime
Published
Sep 1, 2015
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Maybe you've guessed; my nightstand clock broke. It's not like it was an antique that belonged to my great grandmother or anything. Oh wait....

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