Tick tock tick tock
Seconds
Minutes
Hours
Days
Weeks
Fading away
Tick tock tick tock
An imprisonment to life
It isn’t made for me nor you
But for power
Corruption
Wealth
stuck in a world
Where the norm is 9-5
The clocks ticking
A cycle of repetition
A queue to die
Tick tock tick tock
Just a number
Breathing
Just to breath
Living
Just to live
Holding the cell walls
Of a jail inside your own soul
Your own home
Your own cycle
Of a failing society
Of blank faces
Who also share but of their own
Imprisoned structure
Of no escape
Stuck in their own time stamp
Obeying the life laid out
Free
what is free
When your wrapped inside the devil
Tick tock Tick tock
As the seconds
Minutes
Hours
Days
Weeks
Go by
And our lives just drain
Till the battery stops
Tick tock
Gone
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Author:
S.louise (
Offline) - Published: April 23rd, 2025 14:40
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Comments3
A good title and yes it is measured in dollars. Well written
Thank you for taking your time to read
a wonderful poem, speaks of the slavery the powers that be hold us under
Absolutely, thank you
most welcome
The tick tock of life under corporate control, controlled en mass, slaves to money and expressed brilliantly in this very fine poem. Well done indeed.
Kind regards,
Tony.
Thank you for reading
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