The clock tower

This one's for having no choice in something to come, and to just have to wait till it happens

The 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.

Reviews

[Tania Leigh]

Very powerful and dramatic write....the suspense of his final moments is well portrayed
and most effective. Great piece!

[Natalie C]

What a brilliant metaphor, loved you integrated the clock tower to emphasize the fact that in life we do not have control over our mortality.
When it is your time, there is nothing one can do about it but to accept it. In the end we all die, don't we?
Some just have the "luxury" of knowing when and when, whilst others gets snatched away unexpectedly..

Brilliant piece Alex, I really loved it!

[Paula M. Potter]

I felt although I may be wrong that this was about mortality. The exact time is just a product of being the point at which he could not hold on any longer. I thought this was a very good and imaginative write thank you for sharing this with me.

[Valentine]

This seems more like a suicide than a expected ill person dying..or how could he know the exact ime he would be gone..Nice write I enjoyed it very much..God bless..Valentine

[Legion]

Like the flow of this.
Some spelling errors, but overall a splendid (if not sad) piece. One can feel the apprehension of the wait.

[An Ordinary Woman]

We really cannot ever escape Father Time, no matter how hard we try to. Your poem demonstrates that in a clever way. Very cool writing, I enjoyed it. :+)

[Jasmina Amethyst Pendra..]

Oh wow, this is fantastic. It grabs you from the very first word and holds onto you. As I read it, I began to hear the "ticking" in my head. it was fantastic. When you mentioned the "five minutes" I thought about how the last five minutes in class always seemed to be the longest. I guess it could seem that way when the end is near. Thanks for sending this to me. I enjoyed it.

~Liv