The Clocks are Cops.

Tick Tock Goes The Clock

Your Arm's Revolutions

Merely Meant To MOCK!

On schedule.

Trapped in TIME's box.

Trapped Dear, not locked.

Lock insists key,

And key, there is not.

F**K!

Your stuck!

A sitting duck!

On TIME for lunch.

The number crunch.

A "Full-Proof" schedule,

Has yet to mean much...

Of anything.

Slave to seconds.

Hostage to hours.

Devoured by days.

Malice by months.

Yearning to years.

Trapped

In

And by

...TIME

Reviews

[Paavana Varma]

Wow,such a fascinating poem! And the structure you've created is wonderful too! Keep writing and thanks for sharing :)

[KallGraham]

Thank you for your review. I'm sorry, I've been neglecting your read requests. I'm going to make sure that changes. Thank you very much again for the review, I really like to know what people think about things.

[Paavana Varma]

Oh,no its fine...review whenever you feel like and your poems deserve more reviews pal!Truly,they are great.

[KallGraham]

Why thank you love, I sincerely appreciate that.

[Paavana Varma]

You're welcome :)