I look at the clock and it stares back at me
open faced, empty of expressions,
its mouth and nose missing
It seems to blink
behind the still hands.
I look away and it signals me,
by a tremulous trick,
the devil has stolen a second
of my life.
while I looks on.
Its hands is the mouth that speaks
and the mouth warns me in simple signals
that it--the clock--steals
life. The most precious commodity.
There's no way to get it back.
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Mother, Engineer, writer, manager, and more. I am a bit of everything, a creature of God. I am passionate with life. I fear death and its many forms. I love my mind, cherish my body. I express through WORDS.