The Clocks Never StopA Poem by Alex B. H.
Every human has a clock inside their chest that ticks every second, every day.
Our lives rely on time, and is even dictated by the numbers or lines dotted along its side. We do most of our activities in the day, and leave the night for sleep. We waste time constantly. Doing absolutely nothing, but somehow not realizing that we're just sitting in the same place for hours without end. We accept that. That is normal for us as a society. As a race. Our clocks never stop ticking. We all have to realize that at some point. © 2015 Alex B. H. |
StatsAuthorAlex B. H.Woodstock, GAAboutExpressing oneself is probably the most difficult things to do. It takes words that have never been said, and things never done before. Writers and artists create from nothing. I like to think that ev.. more..Writing
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