Clock Ticks
Down hall
in another room
a pendulum swings
each second ticks
darkness reigns
and dim glows
reflects barely
on polished brass
quietly sit I
slow passes time
in anguished thought
answers are lost
seeking for
things that I know
are not to be
simply are not
darkness will not
in the coming day
fade away
will always be
continuing on
knowing not where
no way is found
where I would be
chimes the hours
slipping away
in darkness now
will always be
Copyright © William Kofoed | Year Posted 2023
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