Clock on the Wall

The poem deals with something that is inner...unseen.

The clock ticks , disturbs my serenity,
it makes me do things I don't want,
it makes my heart dislocate,
it trembles my hands,
it makes me insane.

It has been like that since it was hung on,
I thought it would help me,
I should have known it was deadly!

Instead of cleansing my soul,
I brought poison upon all.

I just wanted to know the time...
but from all the poison I became blind.

Author's Note

You can find this poem among other poems on my blog.

Reviews

[Marie Salerno]

time .. indefinite; when "clocked" be warned of false security, as it can house hidden perils?? I don't know if my take is on mark. Good write. Was a good read.

[Sky]

An elegant cautionary tale of the danger of marked time. Very nice.

[MrKnowAll]

Direct hit!