Countdown

 

Countdown

 

As midnight approaches,

I watch the clock.

 

11:56

An empty silence fills the halls,

As I am the only awake.

No creaking,

Or TV.

No whispers from one to another.

No music,

Nothing whatsoever.

 

11:57

Darkness is filling my sight,

There is little of what I can see.

There is only light from my room,

And the rest of the house is dark,

With the emptiness of the black.

 

11:58

The air tastes of nothing,

Just normal and bland.

I feel only what is in my reach,

No movement from feet going down the hall,

Room to room.

I smell nothing,

No cooking,

Filling the air with midnight snack smells.

 

11:59

I watch my clock intently,

Waiting for the hour to change,

And bring a new day.

I hear it ticking away,

Reminding me that the seconds go slowly by.

Not too fast,

But always seeming too slow.

I feel anticipation,

Building up inside of me.

I smell the excitement in the air,

From me eagerly waiting for the next day.

The taste of nothing even seems exciting.

I salute the ending.

 

12:00

A new day.

And with the countdown complete,

I make my way to greet the beginning.

 

 

Reviews

[Inactive]

I enjoyed this poem allot, I can relate to being the only one awake at night. You're absolutely right about time slowing through the process. 10 on 10.

[Justin Tobey]

Well done. I am very familiar with the feeling of being the only one awake in a dark house, and it's not fun. You have a very positive outlook that shows through this poem. Good job!