Ticking off the minutes,
Ticking off the days
Eventually
The years will be
Marched by as well
Marked only by the
Continual circling of the hands
Around and around
From one roman numeral to another
Everytime I walk past
That noise
Fills my heart with dread
I don’t see the beauty
In the swinging pendulum
And smooth face
All I hear is
The ticking of a
Relentless bomb
With no way to know
When it will detonate.
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inkgirlwords 
I feel like the older you get the more relatable these words get.
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So true. When you are young the concept of time and mortality doesn’t mean as much to you.
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