Perpetual Motion



My life resembles a clock

constant swaying

be that as it may, estimated

each nanosecond cherished

hells chimes are calling

is it time for retribution?


Rewind the clock, I say

favor me one more day

my proceeded voyage here

will be without dread

as the pendulum swings

a frictionless turn

entrancing movement


My life so finely tuned

expect no takeoff soon

my life resembles a clock

interminable uproar

see no motivation to stop

tick tock



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About -Eugenia

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  1. Clocks have a battery life, and can be recharged. The end is inevitable for humans, but perhaps, that becomes the drive to excel in a limited period of time.

  2. This poem is wonderful. I have the belief that even when our clock stops ticking on this side of the divide, it will even tick better on the other side.

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