The Clock

The clock is ticking,

you’re running out of time.

Can you finish this sentence,

with a beautiful rhyme.

Death as loud as silence,

And screams fill the air,

It’s not what you intended,

But life isn’t always fair.

Now shhh…

Tick, Tock.

That’s the sound of your clock,

It’s counting down the hours that you have left.

Will you scream?

Will you cry?

Will you bleed, and will you try?

Try to outrun the hands of time.

But you can’t,

For your fate has been decided.

You can’t run from death

There’s no way to fight it.

So run all you want,

and scream til your lungs die out.

But no one can help,

When your time runs out.

Reviews

[A.H.]

There's a very desolate mood to this write.
The pain, helplessness and an escape is what I come across here.
Death never comes easy. As, mortals, it's inevitable that death will one day catch up.
When, it's about the time, it sees us in the eye, all cold and bare.

But, why think of it, if we live every moment so full of life, death may not have the strength to overpower the beautiful life in you. For, life breeds life always!

Well expressed! Thanks for sharing.