Stop and Sit

Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock

I sit upon the edge
Of the towers mighty hands
That tick around
But find no end.

The serene nature
Of the desolate sky
Bathed in sunset
Fire red and dying.

I look up to find
The floors twisting away
Up into infinity
A futile climb

Time is not my friend
Nor even a nice acquaintance
Simply a devastating truth
To a poorly told lie.

Up I must go
The only way I know how
Down is there too
And yet it is gone.

But for now I watch
The burning sun descend
And listen to the tower ticking
The clock inside my head.

Reviews

[R.E. Ray]

"Stop and sit" is plea for reflection, a much needed break from the chaos, though difficult at times to bear. Time is our greatest gift, and even the wealthiest get no more than the poor. So, we must use it wisely, and sometimes that means doing nothing but thinking. And, that clock inside our head can drives us crazy. An insightful poem informed by a few years of harsh life experiences, I assume. Well written, Eryn.

[DoormanDan]

Before I get to the review, I'm going to start by saying that I ended up here because I saw your profile picture, which looks a lot like Ruby Rose from RWBY, if I'm not mistaken. Anyway, the poem was interesting. I fully understood what it was saying, and I can even relate to it in some way (which I fell is either a good thing or a bad thing since I'm not even 20 yet). Keep up the fantastic effort! :)

[Eryn ♪]

Thank you so much for reading it. And yes that is a fan art of Ruby Rose. ^_^

[DoormanDan]

Well, it looks nice! And you're welcome.

[Lucy Morningstar &heart..]

i really really love the last stanza and the kind of metaphory thing there with the clock in your head. The first one is like that too which is nice. well done on this poem, ginge! (but youre a butt for not telling me you published)