I started to pen <br />The clock ticked again <br />My heart beat again <br />Pain tangled my brain <br />My mind is going insane <br />All my hard work was in vain <br />Life gave me no gain <br />My heart was filled with pain <br />When am I going to die? <br />I want to reach up high <br />But there, I could only lye <br />All I could do was say was good-bye <br />I wanted the chain to untie <br />I wanted to fly like a butterfly <br />But I was jus allowed to cry <br />No one was near <br />No one was there to hear <br />All I had was fear <br />Seconds are slipping away <br />My mind is becoming clay <br />I was near death; halfway <br />God, did I disobey <br />To do you something, did I ever delay? <br />Then why is this happening to me? <br />Everything is going far <br />Farther than I can reach <br />Am I going to die? <br />The clock ticked again <br />The hand was near 12: 00 <br />There, my death clock was hung <br />I was not, to die too young <br />One more minute for me; <br />For me to stand in this atrocious world <br />I took that time to plea <br />Then, <br />Everything around me swirled and twirled <br />As my death clock ticked 12: 00 <br />And there I stood, knocking on heavens door<br /><br />sania harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-clock/