What Is That Sound  ღ KKD ღ

What Is That Sound ღ KKD ღ

A Poem by Donna DeLong Matthews aka Gold Pen Ghost

What Is That Sound
Click Click Clicking

 



You sit alone at the midnight hour
What is that sound your hearing
You look at the clock
No it cant be... that is ticking

With each passing minute
the sound is increasing
growing louder and louder
its a Click Click Clicking

Oh that deafening silent sound
that I have heard for oh too long
is now what you hear
but it is I who now sings a clicking song

You cant imagine it to be
that I could actually do
To gain the strength
finally break free of you

The things that are mine
is our only tie
You refuse to release
for that final good bye

Frank what falls upon you now
Is a cost you asked for
For it is I who will finish
and finally shut the door

It is from your heart of stone
my footprints make the clicking
You lose... your out of time
Your clock is done ticking

My head held high
my heart numb to your pain
It is only I left standing
as I break free of your chain

It is my clicking shoes
upon the marble floors
The long arm of justice
will finally shut the door

ღ DD ღ

Original by
Donna DeLong Matthews
September 2007

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Audio
Walk Away Tonight
Inez

 

 

 

 


© 2008 Donna DeLong Matthews aka Gold Pen Ghost


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Wow a women's wrath, glad you're not mad at me
He probably deserves it though LOL
I liked this write Thanks Ray { Not a Poet }


Posted 16 Years Ago


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Donna DeLong Matthews aka Gold Pen Ghost
Donna DeLong Matthews aka Gold Pen Ghost

Port Orange, FL



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