Tick Tock

The unrelenting echo
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
The infinite ring of numbers,
The spears of ages,
The constant bringers of the future.
The mechanical arms holding the past, present and future.
The stubborn guards of years, once it is done it can never be undone.
In these sentinels there is no forgiveness,
What had gone just seeps away with time.

Poetry by Nathaniel Bradford, Trinity Grammar School - Australia

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