Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Tick tock clock in my head

I hear the tick tock of the clock tick in my head
And think I am dead,
Darkness of pre-dawn consuming me
And the room like a grave
There’s even the musty scent of turned earth
And the idea that light might never come
and we might spend an eternity hearing
The tick tocks and seeing the dark,
We who live and breathe between each tick’s stroke
Waiting for that one tick followed by silence
But the ticks never cease only our thoughts
Making us wonder if this is really what life
Is all about, the tick without the tock,
Telling us finally, the clock has stopped.

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