Ticking

The clock stops ticking.

That's when the darkness drips out.

Thick and untelling.

The mysterious my skin holds in.

What story will be next.

When will mine end.

The hand,

It will never hit midnight.

Author's Note

A .... poem xD

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Nice use of words. Left the reader with some mystery and thoughts. Thank you dear Poet for sharing your excellent poetry.
Coyote

[dan]

Did you mean to write the mysteries my skin holds in instead of the mysterious? The hand never hitting midnight? Now THAT'S a great concept and a great finishing line. See how that one unedited mistake distracted me from an otherwise fine write? Check your work, Riv...then post it. Nice job. take care...dan

[Perkele.7885]

I do not think that I would attempt to sleep until after midnight rolls around. Watch some good late night Television, make some hot buttered popcorn; nice cold brewski, hot shower and throw the whole night rhythm off!

[E G TEN]

Riv, my respect for you that you are here"
I won't forget you :-)