Encore

Tick tock, tick tock,

The hands go 'round and 'round the clock

Never to feel, never to stop

 

The veins will grow

And then they'll shrink

But will anyone ever think

About the roaming arms going tink, tink, tink?

 

No.

Life is just a silhouette,

A play with a marionette,

And we are all caught in the net

Of Time.

Author's Note

I don't really remember what I was thinking when I wrote this, but it's the only good thing that came out of a completely horrible day.

Reviews

[John McGrael]

i like this poem a lot!!
its super cool type

i really like the first stanza, and the line, "life is just a silhouette"
!!

and the flow of the first stanza is soo cool