Back Door of the Clock Tower

When I discovered the Castle of Cards

 I have lost all of myself out of the back door.

The game.  We play, but no one knows the score.

I reach in my pockets, but realize I’ve naught anymore.

I have joined the homeless on the street, but still I help the poor.

 

A clock face smiles at me,

Sardonically.

As it all crashes inward, 

Only sound to be heard.

 

Don’t know who my parents are, or any of my friends.

Is this where our lovely Planet Earth ends.

A vacant sign on my mailbox; letters no one sends.

Only for the rich, and the politic, the law ever bends.

 

A clock face smiles at me,

Sardonically.

As it all crashes inward, 

Only sound to be heard.

 

I am dying underground,

Beneath my fallen castle of cards.

I push upward to hear the sound.

Of the nicely playing tales of bards.

 

But then it all falls.

It all falls out the back again.

And…Again…

 

A clock face smiles at me,

Sardonically.

As it all crashes inward, 

Only sound to be heard.

Author's Note

An older piece, but one that inspired a lot of my writing later on.
Tell me what ya think

Reviews

[lindsay]

Really good! There is some hidden, darker messages in here, I like it a lot over all =]

[Andrew'sWonderland]

Wow! I really like this!! It had a darker atmosphere, but I must say that it was written very well!!