The Persistence Of Time

The Persistence Of Time

The only sound heard for miles
The tick tick ticking of the clock
Time slowly fading away
As all things must
We grow and age in time
We wither and die
Turn to dust
Sand in an hourglass
Just as the fading sun
Our time on this earth is short
Before our own sun sets
Our lives need fulfillment
The darkness coming evermore rampant
Our line long since cast
The feeling of life
Slowly trickling away
On my deathbed
My final resting place
Sleep comes slowly
Life holds on
As death’s grip takes me
The only sound heard for miles
The tick tick ticking of the clock