The clock . (poem)

Time ticks by.

Endless.

Unaware.

Constant.

Unapologetic.

It's everywhere.

Everything.

And nothing.

The clock.

Watches me,

my every move.

With its piercing gaze.

Time.

Feeds me,

washes me,

ages me and kills me.

Darkness of light.

Looping infinitely.

Oblivious to its doings.

Deafeningly silent.

And time,

doesn't go back.

Won't go back.

And can't go back.