A clock does tick.
Hands of terror grip
An innocent child, while
The impersonal tick tock
Of the unseeing clock
Speaks of cruelty and power.
In childhood, an hour
Can be an eternity.
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Many thanks for sharing this, Michael. Kevin
I hope this poem is only a result of great fantasy, not of own sad experiences, Kevin! Best wishes, Michael
Thank you, Michael. It is a reflection of what sadly happens to some children in this world in which we live. Best wishes. Kevin
Thats so true. Lets hope children will get a better time. xx Michael
Yes. Lets hope so, Michael. Many thanks for commenting as always. Its always good to hear from you. Kevin