i heard the
tick tock
circling three sixty
the vessel rocked
on the stormy seas
of realization
the tick tock grows
closer
closer
closer
one day
we all wake up
tick tock
tick tock
we used
to soar
crow
like a rooster
swordfight
the evil adults
of contemporary
disillusion
then we
awaken
to the steady hands
of the clock
tick tick ticking
towards a bed
of earthen rest
i don’t remember
the day i became
captain hook
one day
i was a lost boy
like all the others
then
i had the scars
of a lifetime
of battles
a rusted curved cup
over the stump
of fantasy
tipped with a sharp curve
that shreds through
the end of daydream
now the alligator
swims
in the briney deep
tick tock
tick tock
another sprinkle
of pixie dust
let me fly
once more
instead of standing
at the bow of a ship
steadily sinking
into forever
to be lost
with all the wrecks
that litter
the ocean bottom
neverland just another island fading from sight
tick tock
tick tock
tick
tock
Great piece Poet! 👍
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thank you Poet
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I love your serious topic writing, this one in plain language form too, a truly meaningful read.
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I was driving and Captain Hook popped into my head. Then I thought, why not write about turning from Peter Pan into him.
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Yes corrucption does that
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It can indeed
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