Sunday, 3 January 2021

Morbid poetry (Part one ) :)

 tick tock tick tock 

relentlessly spoke 

the old clock 

" Not to mock 


Not to block 

your job at hand 

your handiwork 

I just remind 


That it is slipping 

the sand trickling 

the hours ringing 

sun's setting 


Hurry 

scurry 

flurry 

worry 


Your eyes a-blurry 

Your looks a-bleary 

Oh dear dearie 

whom did you bury 


Tonight 

sun light 

tomorrow night 

your turn , right ? 




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