MeganRoseThomas

I am what is and was and what shall remain When all is rust and lashed with rain The dreams of man echo with silence Hushed by the clock ticking with lament Gears still wind and fingers revolve The hourglass turns with heartless resolve Monuments crumble as they're ravaged by time A civilised plague to my tendrils and vines All are gone but whispers remain No-one left to mold the clay Empty rooms of life bereft For whom does the clock tick when mankind has left? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LRoc51pO6Gg