There’s no running from tick tock!

Indeed, tick tock, tick tock, and tick tock!
For every hourglass have their time running out,
But He who made ye, me, and everyone else of the worlds,
It is Him that is the eternal hourglass which never runs out,
But thee cometh to looketh at me, What becomes of She?
Well, clock tick which has been ticking tock, oh so long!

© Ismael Mansoor

Published by This Engrained Heart

I am a Deaf male, and I write what comes my mind. I have been creatively writing since 2010, and from there has been growing my excitement and passionate for my poetry and writing.

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