clock

consumed

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consumed
by a time warp
I sit still
and steady
my heart beating with the hands
that slowly go about the clock
it’s tick tock
tick tock
drowned by the reverb
harmoniously coming from my chest

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the clock on the wall

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the clock on the wall

tick tocks

tick tocks

 

the lead of a pencil

scratches the paper

in swift curvy motions

 

a leaf falls

swirling down from its tree

landing gently on the dying grass

 

a knock knock knock

is heard from the foyer

a door opens and then shuts

 

we wait

observing these endless moments of life

moments that have become part of our daily lives

 

we wait

though we aren’t always sure why

we do it anyways

the ticking of the clock on the wall

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the ticking of the clock on the wall

 

the pounding of the heart in my chest

 

the stomping of hard rubber on smooth cement

 

the shuffling of papers as they are stacked and filed

 

the dusty blinds have been drawn shut on the window

 

life outside seems so far away

untouchable to even the longest reach

the sky seems nothing more than a hazy shade of gray

 

but the hustle and bustle of traffic

engines revving

horns honking

brakes squeaking

stopping the car for the man crossing the street on his cell phone

seeps through the walls of the old building

 

stuck in a moment

 

when time passes

 

ever

 

so

 

slowly