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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  5 comments for “Perpetual Motion

  1. 03/01/2017 at 11:31 PM

    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.

    • 03/02/2017 at 10:24 AM

      Yes, great observation. Thank you for reading and responding, Reena.

  2. 03/10/2017 at 11:49 PM

    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.

    • 03/11/2017 at 10:19 AM

      Thank you.

    • 03/11/2017 at 11:26 AM

      Thank you, Jacqueline.

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