The Clock

The Clock

The dreadful clock
ticking down
the seconds
to the inescapable
rush of
confusion
winding down to
the truth of the
rising sun
a jumble of thoughts
melting away to the
t i c k  t o c k
of time
seconds following
minutes
following hours into
endless days
sleep deprived
and dreaming
of extinction
you wake to the hushed sounds
of a world
still in slumber
loathing the
 t i c k  t o c k
of time
passing away
slowly
t i c k  t o c k
t i c k  t o c k
to the end of
time

Author's Note

Just had a little fun....inspired by.....well, you know who you are :)

Reviews

[MoriartyMesa]

Big Ben, Strasbug Cathedral, Time Square and any childhood memory of that one very old clock, someone's great someone or another brought it over from the old country and it is the only thing that survived. Broken a thousand times, fixed more often than not.




Very haunting on my childhood level,



Nice.

[Scott Metro]

Once again I say your simplicity is refreshing..fully understandable and delivered with precision.
This type of simplicity is so welcome to me..I guess I get tired of massive riddles to say simple things..maybe I'm too stupid to unravel them..maybe just too lazy..lol
Well done.
Scott

[Southern Cross]

Nice rhythm ..I could hear the tic toc of the dreaded clock. I had to rush for my coffee

[Distant horizons]

I know that feeling. Very nicely done.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

I love how you use a few words as possible in your works but still get your message across........excellent

[Pax]

nice, i like the repetition of tick tock, it must be a very good inspiration that you came up with a very nice poem.