Time

Seconds. Minutes. Hours. 

Days. Weeks. Months.

The distance grows.

As time pulls by my heart

loosen to let go.

The grand clock ticks,

and memories began to fade.

I hear another tock,

now my heart has been remade.

Its been too long,

heart too broken to be mend,

the tick tock wont stop,

I guess

this is

the end. 

Reviews

[Carl Drake Barnard]

Deep poem and good flow!! Love how you used your poem keep up the good work :)