Not EverA Poem by Hazel Pringi really don't know where this came from i wrote it a while back and my friend really loved it (even tho its rather morbid) so i guess its for her C:
Tick, tick, tick…
That damn clock it never stops, it never moves on. It's been stuck like that for far too long now. Tick, tick, tick… I got sick of watching it, waiting for it to move on. Taking me away from this moment in time. It stopped like that the instant the door closed. As soon as the realization hit me. It just keeps on going over and over. Jumping back on its self like that. Its driving me crazy. Tick, tick, tick… I can't help but want to smash it up, anything just to make it stop. But I can't reach it... You were always so much taller than me. Able to reach places I never could. You put it up there. So high, at the very top of even your reach. "so you can see it from anywhere in the room" Tick, tick, tick… It's not like I can even stand on a chair, everything disappeared. Went white. Frozen. Trapped in the space just on the other side of the second that that clock can't quite reach. There's nothing here. In the space between the seconds. Except me. Tick, tick, tick… I got trapped here just as easily as you walked out. You never thought to look back did you? Never thought of what your actions could do to me. Tick, tick, tick… I wish I could go out there... The balcony doors open, but there's nothing out there.
Just a city of white towers. So empty. So lonely. Tick, tick, tick… I wonder if this is what it's like to be dead. I don't remember dying - but maybe you wouldn't. I don't think this is death 'cause isn't it supposed to some kind of escape. Aren't you meant to be a totally free when you die? Tick, tick, tick… I wonder if I can die here. I wonder if I just ran and jumped off the balcony… But I don't think that would work. Not here. That clock wouldn't move on even if I died. Tick. That clock won't move on. TICK. That clock can't move on. TICK. Never TICK. Never tick. Not…ever…. © 2012 Hazel PringReviews
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