The clock

I hate clocks.

Can you hear this sound?
It’s the sound of our life drifting away
Like the water of an angry river
Like heaven’s tears in a winter’s moody day
Like the night of the world filled with the cries of dead dreams
Dead dreams, vengeful dreams,
Coming to haunt us filled with hate
Then leave again with tear-filled eyes.
One by one
Like the moments of our lives
Relentlessly leaving
One tick at a time.