Mournful Clockwork
Tick-tock, tick-tock,
Silence hits me like a rock,
Waiting to face my final foe,
To hear those words I already know.

Clip-clap, clip-clap,
That solemn walk, that nervous tap,
His face is dark and full of gloom,
As he enters my silent, anxious room.

Tick-tock, tick-tock,
His sorry words are not a shock,
Their faces go pale, as white as these sheets,
In which I have spent my final weeks.

Plip-plop, plip-plop,
Onto the floor, Mum's tears drop,
Dad turns around; he can't bear my pain,
Or maybe because he won't see me again.

Tick-tock, tick-tock,
My love sits forward, our sad eyes lock,
But then mine shut, I hear her shock,
It's good-bye to my tick_

Comments:
 
Jan   Jan wrote
on 8/15/2009 1:50:20 AM
a well-written poem though the theme is so sad..nice one on using the clock thing to show the nearing death..

WAN   WAN wrote
on 8/15/2009 1:29:13 AM
great write:) I enjoy the sounds of the clock... a sad poem indeed. its goodbye to my tick_ very good! last hour of life( so sweet yet sad)

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