The Clock Strikes Done

KTay

No more mind games

No more mind

No more playtime

To play with mine

 

I broke the hands

On the clock

Those beating hands

They ticked

They tocked

 

I hated it's gears

It's batteries

Like

Captain Hook

And

First Mate Smee

 

I killed that time piece

Smashed it to bits

There'll be no more tocks

There'll be no more ticks

 

There'll be no more seconds

No more minutes to fade

No more striking hours

I ended your days

 

 

  • Author: KTay (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 30th, 2025 12:13
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Users favorite of this poem: Cheeky Missy
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  • sorenbarrett

    Dealing with annoyance in the most direct manner. A fun read

    • KTay

      Thanks!

    • Tristan Robert Lange

      This poem flows so well. Well, done my friend. 👏🌹

    • Cheeky Missy

      You're not unlike a fellow poet I used to know, who loved to give us rather crass but humorous pieces for our indulgence. It was the night he read a most delicious piece, superbly detailed, to the utter and complete destruction of a computer that I had to ask him in conclusion whether it was fact or fiction. The deadly reality was the former. Beautifully rendered with excellent imagery and a haunting poignancy. Thank you for sharing.

      • KTay

        Thank you so much!



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