The Clock

Alright I know I need a day just to unwind and do nothing when I tink of 100 ways to kill my clocks.

The clock it continues its march, click.. click.. click..

always demanding more of me

stealing more and more of me

demandingly it screams for my attention

no time to sleep just time to go

always refusing to offer reprieve for my tired soul

rush rush rush it demands as I move on to where I no longer wish to go

still it taunts me, hurry it calls no time to be late

then as I believe I have found a moment  to myself time to collect a thought

It resonates its loud laughter at me,

gleeful as a new restraint to my own indulgance slips away

Then as if this torment has not sate its demand of my blood it slows

to a creeping dilatory amble

but short lived is its pace as it screams once again for my return to the bumpecrowded roadway

I search for moments to recover and relax but always crumble to my retreat disenchanted

unable to consume all that had been laid before me

knowing it watches yet again to steal me from my dreams and rob me of sanity.

 

Reviews

[Chaos]

I feel your frustration every day. I have the clock on each shoulder mocking me when I rest. It knows that it's time for me to move, even though my feet wish they were bound in cement. I have no time to think, write, dream or to know me again. I'm lost in the clicks and hands of the clock counting each minute of my sanity as I watch it pass with time as time is looking behind and smiling at me. I know how you feel. Well done!

[Angelic Darkness]

This is so true...we are rushed through life it seems by time,
always taking, never giving in. We are consumed to get all the
things done that is needed, yet it's never enough. Good read,
and usage of descriptive words. AD