Poetry Clips – Clock (Endlessly Drifting)


Endlessly drifting

Without

A resting place

Relentless

The clock

As lost as me

Continues

With her constant

Ticking

In the shadows

And the echoes

We ache to escape

But the blanket of time

Flows over us

Like the tide

Sweeping us away

© Ann Bagnall

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