The clock no longer ticks down.
It ticks away –drifting into the abyss.
No longer will time bring bliss.
As the second hand wastes away.
The diminished minute hand –she’s brought to bay.
In this isolate abyss, I sway –weeping…
Weeping this day, for no longer does time bring
For no longer can time carry from this
Written by : Najeev