In Time

So, I have a lot of poems with a recurring theme, but I was trying to achieve a poem I was truly happy with. Here's another one that I thought was okay that I had made along the way.

Day by day, In his tower,

He works his art hour by hour.

The clockmaker's gift and his pain.

He gives 'em a heart but not a brain.

They are his dolls.

No two the same.

His command is law.

They play his game.

Tick, tock

Follow your heart.

It's not what you see but what you feel--

Deep inside--

That turning steel.

That spinning cog.

Follow your heart.

Tick, tock

One day, two dolls arise

With love in their eyes.

They must escape 

From this hell.

They cannot-cannot-cannot-- 

Will not end up like the rest.

Feel that tick

Turn to beats from your chest.

Tick, tock

Follow your heart.

Not eyes, not ears, not thoughts, but what you feel

Deep inside.

That turning steel.

That spinning cog.

Follow your heart.

Tick, tock

They beat in time

To that clock's click and grind.

Hand in hand, and so they find

That in their love, they have nothing but time.

Reviews

[annabellee]

that's such a cute story, I loved it.
Such a gorgeous write, I loved the repetition in this one.
Well penned :)

[UponTheBrink]

Thank you very much. :)

[annabellee]

you're most welcome :)

[Kris]

This is amazing! Woah... The feels I get from this. This is like a broken, twisted nursery rhyme and it's absolutely beautiful. The way it flows, they way it rhymes, the story it tells. Love it! Can't wait to read more of your works. Thanks for sharing this!

[UponTheBrink]

I'm glad you enjoyed it so much. :D Thank you.