The clock ticks

Tock after tick

Her delicate hands

In endless repetition

Climb her pale face

In slow salute

Gaining the peak

Over and over

In empty futility

And sweep down

With far less care

Still not going


And it seems

She averts her gaze

An expression

Of absolute despair

© Ann Bagnall and AnnieB222.com, 2014. 


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