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Monday, 29 February 2016

Sounds Of The Past


The tick 

and 

the tock 

sounds 

of the clock. 

Sounds 

of the past. 

They are gone 

away as soon as 

they are said. 

The seconds rushing

by so fast. 

Never truly a moment 

to relax. 

In your ears 

a constant 

never stopping  

countdown. 

In your head it should 

blast. 

This constant reminder 

that life doesn't 

last.

Dreadful the echo 

of the moment

when you realize 

another second

is gone.


To call it back 

can't be done. 

Tick 

and 

tock. 

It doesn't stop. 

Your breath you hold. 

You don't want to 

grow old. 

But alas the echo 

of moments past 

is the only 

thing

that last. 

No escaping it. 

Still the same 

even if you can't

hear it. 

Clinging to a 

moment that 

is 

already gone. 

Life seems to be 

a sad song. 

Before you even 

blink it is 

Gone.


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