lost in time

i had a dream similar to what i describe in this poem

tick tock,

tick tock

the sound of the clock echoes through the halls

thump, thump

thump, thump

the steady beat within her chest

silent wispers cast themselves within her head

is he really gone, is he really dead?

the hour hand approaches twelve

the oak clock chimes at the hour

thoughts devoir the corners of her mind

shes lost in thought and lost in time

shadows close in around her

shes left with no time to ponder

she wonders to her room

left with the simple sound

of the stroke of the broom

before he fell to his doom

the shadows slowly wonder away,

but day by day

the thoughts never truly melt away

shes lost in thought lost in time

her thoughts never once resembling mine

her eyes finally responsive

shes finally cleared her concious

she finds herself in white room,

holding his very broom

the clock strokes twelve

the broom hits the floor

she lived the same day once more

 

 

 

Reviews

[Dillon Cotter]

Great job, i like this.

-Will