The clock towerA Poem by Alex WaltersThis one's for having no choice in something to come, and to just have to wait till it happensThe man sits up on the tower, Watching time pass by, Ever dreading the fateful hour, That he will surely die. As he sits, upon the hand, Too soon to bring his demise. He tries again to make a plan, Despite all the ones he tries. Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock, The time keeps going past. Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock, No longer will he last. He cannot find another way, He readies for his fate, Upon the ground he soon will lay, The ambulance too late. 5 minutes later, The hand moves more, His fear is greater, Than ever before. He knows he is done. He knows he will fall. There’s no where to run. No rescue to call. There are things he can try, While he sits there and waits. But they all can’t deny, His unfortunate fate. As he sits on the hand, Of the old clock tower, He waits for his planned, And so deadly hour. The hands almost there, As he holds on real tight, For he’ll fall through the air, At twelve o’clock tonight. Seconds left, the time moves on, He says his last goodbyes, The life he had, is to be gone, On the hour that he dies. Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock, The time keeps going past. Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock, No longer will he last. The seconds race, His fingers slip, He’s slipping from the clock. The struck twelve, he loses grip, Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Tick Tock. © 2008 Alex WaltersReviews
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Added on February 17, 2008Last Updated on February 17, 2008 AuthorAlex WaltersFenton, MIAboutI'm passionate about the arts; Music, Drawing, Photography, Filming and writing are all different fields of art that I like to express myself in. This is my clothing store, for anyone that's intere.. more..Writing
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