The foregone clock struck,
Taking their lives
With chimed deliverance,
Another hour at least,
Feasting on carrion
Of dead minutes, seconds,
Adagio hands that fall
Through touched souls
Like forgotten bullets
From forepassed guns,
Grandfather stood
Watching it all, unbiased,
But stating their ticking
downpour a crestfallen heart,
Counting up their countdown,
Until only his voice echoed,
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock…
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Bound by time…nicely written
Thank you very much 🙂