Death

All my life,

I let the clock,

Do the ticking,

Do the talking.

I let its hands

Achingly dance

In circles.

Until one day, when

Suddenly it ceased.

I wished

It could tick further,

Talk further

But I knew,

That it was time to let go,

Time to leave.

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