Tick Tock Poem by Annie Clarke

Tick Tock



The world spins
oh why such urgent need
simple days twist and turn
unfaltering into years
contorting as they go
each life into some
incomprehensible thing
turning the ever powerful tide
Who are these people?
To whom I once poured out my heart
Who held me unquestioningly
Who with so much my life was lived
They are not them
They're fake and mean
They use such powerful words like playthings
To be flung in polluted air
They have no dreams no respect
They are not who they were
They are not who they could be

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