We're Clocking In To Watch Our Fate Come Crashing Down.

I watch the clocks hand move slowly.

I watch as my fate comes crashing down,

As each hand moves forward.

Is this the end?

I believe it is.

The one thing I need is to see his pale and handsome face.

There's always a warm sensation in me when I see him.

He can make me the happiest even when I'm the saddest.

The worst thing is, he disappears when I need him the most.

So, I'm left here empty and cold.

Reviews

[Dearantlers]

"I watch the clockes hand move slowly" clocks is supposed to be clock's. Otherwise, this poem was very well written, and beautiful!