Clock on the Wall

The unnecessary toil
of its hands
over and over
and over
as if searching for something new
while leaving
our love
to fight tonight
more time

I want to ask
why not
i's not as if its hands
have not been where they are heading to
once again
so why not
why not just stop
just this one time
so that tonight will last for forever

But it's just there
on the wall
me watching it
and it
seemingly
watching me

The sound
of tick tock
tick tock
repeatedly
over and over
and over again
with its unnecessary toil
tick tock
tick tock
and no matter how hard we try
there is never enough time
for you and I

Lovely poem, mig

Thank you for sharing very lovely

Awesome