Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick.

Not sure if this is poetry but I wanted to post it.

Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick.

People tick and it's driving me crazy.

Pens clicking,

Legs shaking,

Finger tapping,

Knuckles cracking.

Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick.

Talking,

Chatting,

Teaching,

Yelling,

Crying.

Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick.

Snoring,

Sneezing,

Coughing,

Laughing.

Glaring,

Glassy,

Tired,

Sad eyes.

Not living but surviving.

Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick.

Just praying for the day

To be over,

And for tomorrow to

Never come.

To sleep our lives away.

Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick.

Author's Note

Not sure if this is poetry but I wanted to post it.

Reviews

[Tasha]

I would count this as poetry. I like this. Especially the last lines:

Not living but surviving.
Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick.
Just praying for the day
To be over,
And for tomorrow to
Never come.
To sleep our lives away.
Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick.

So true for many people.

[Apatheia]

Thank you very much. :)

[Rahul]

I love this poem, so much rhyme yu've created here...you got some kinda great and great talent of writing..if you're planning to continue this poem, let me know...okay...i wanna read more.. :P
wonderful poem...loved your theme and moreover your rhyme :P
100/100, you deserved :)

[Coyote Poetry]

It is poetry. Noise can drive us crazy. I like quiet. Hard to find. I like the repetition. Gave strength to the poem. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Mr Dunne Poetry]

I would say this is poetry. I like unorthodox styles, thanks for sharing Apatheia :)