Clock Tower

Staring at the second hand
Slowly ticking away at what's left of my time
Hiding in the dead of the night
Waiting for the witching hour to begin
When the daylight fades and the night settles in

Staring at the minute hand
Wasting moments lost in memories
Counting up from zero, and down to it again
Waiting for the strike of twelve
To chime inside my head
When the dusk is gone and the dark sinks in

Watching seconds turn to minutes
Hours into days
The hands counting down the time that still remains

Days to nights and back to light
Weeks pass by toward my afterlife
And the clock tower chime
Three rings to tell me that it's midnight
And it all starts over again

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ashes_twisted's picture

Hickory dickory dock

tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock 


its in your head now, huh?

welcome to my life, lol


I liked this, ROC.

You actually made me feel the antagonizing irritation of a clock when you're ready to leave and jump ship. 



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Always waiting

Impatiently. But that clock never stops, and time moves on. I like how you clocked it.
My head, as I'm sure you might have noticed, never left that world :p
Must be why you understand the underlying messages in all my writes.

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