Tick-Tock

There is an old clock,

upon my crumbling wall

that shall remain until the end,

the end of my days,

my final fall

It ticks my finite life away

each day and every night

Tick-tock, tick-tock,

my life depends on that clock

to always tick; to always tock

But as I trudge along,

through the wintry blizzard,

the falling flakes of time

Following my fate as I watch,

as it passes right by...

Never to stop, never to end

Always on the eternal run,

though, never from one to ten,

but always ten to none

When there is nothing left

But as I make my way,

my way to the eternal spring

I shed my pain, I sing it away

I will be born anew, from all...

all of my buried wounds

Only to relive a similar fate

that which reverses the pain

once I make my final amends,

with what keeps me awake

every night, every day

Tick-tock, tick-tock,

the clock shall run out of sand

Maybe not today, nor the next,

but one day, one final moment

I will attempt my last escape,

from this scorched land...

Author's Note

There is a deeper meaning within this poem, hidden words within words; a puzzle for the mind, to guess the poem's true nature.

Reviews

[ANTO]

I found the vocabulary moving Brian - some many finals and end game scenarios - its almost like a suicide note but yet it has hope within - strength within - belief within which to me makes it a beacon of light for the afflicted.
thanks for sharing Brian

[Lizardo]

This is a beuatiful poem and my favorite one from you.
It all depends of that tick and tock
This is really good.
Beautiful piece of writing, Just beautiful

[Matching Socks]

Love the way you illustrate how time enslaves us.
We are bound by it for better or worse.

[Brian M. Peeples]

There's actually a deeper meaning to this poem, but I worded it so that it wouldn't give the true meaning away. I tend to do that with much of my poetry.

[Matching Socks]

That's good then. Leaving it open makes it more relatable for the reader to interpret based on their own frame on mind. Excellent.

[Brian M. Peeples]

Exactly. And, too, but hinting there there is an actual deeper meaning, it allows the reader to wonder the possibilities of what the poet could be trying to say. I worded it so that it wouldn't allow the reader to know which words are, in fact, explaining something else. If you have an idea of what the hidden message might be, I'd quite enjoy reading it, in a message. :) I like riddles within poetry.