Time's UpA Poem by RozenBlitzDecades now,
sitting high against the wall Slack from
years of stiff and idle movement, Sighs
escape, masked by constant ticking He’s forever
sentenced into hearing All of his
immobile life inside his prison cell. Suddenly,
the ticking begins slowing Soon
replaced by silent blessed breaks, He can hear
what sounds like screams of pure rage Coming from
behind his shield of glass Yet he smiles gently, for soon the grasp Time has
kept upon him will end and Dreadful ticking
never will he hear again. © 2014 RozenBlitz |
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