Progressive U Creative Writing

There's a clock, talks to the wall
tells him, "I know what passing time feels like."
and I too, understand the passing of time
And the wall, only responds in storm.
Where he creaks a plead with
the clock to not turn off if the power fails.
Cause the tick and the tock will be gone.
The voice of the clock, for a moment, shall be quiet.
And I too, want a continued noise. A nuance.
Something buzzing softly in the background
The lonely wall, and bothersome clock.
Compliment one another, and thank God for battery power.