The clock on the wall ticky taunts me. <br />But what it says I cannot know for sure. <br />Pethaps it reminds me of how long you have been away and laughs as I sit and think of you today. <br />Each tick another moment spent without you. <br />Another could've been, should've been, gone to waste again. <br />Another hour dead inside. <br /> <br />The clock on the wall tricky talks me. <br />Reminding me of impending death beyond the horizon. <br />As I sit in my disgrace and misplaced honor. <br />A reminder that the night draws near, another day wasted by my own fear. <br />Another could've been, should've been, gone to waste again. <br />Another hour dead inside. <br /> <br />© 2013 L.K.Sorrows<br /><br />Little King of Sorrows<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tick-talk/
