Pendulum

A string wrapped around a spindle Unwinding as an hourglass marks time Sand trickles to the chamber below marking the moments of my life not truly lived I hear the clock ticking as I watch the pendulum swing backwards and stop The sound of silence drives me mad I feel the night drag me back to then too the realization of my dread There I sit in the torture chamber of his design Screams strangled by darkness Night terrors Rocking to my internal beat I feel a pain to deep to express an aching betrayal a convoluted confusion I can't protect her from him She seems smaller than small holding that lifeless doll rocking there on this floor We share the same internal beat together crying together rocking The clock becomes animated again and the pendulum swings forward breaking the suffocating silence The hourglass now sits motionless on his desk at its bottom a pile of white sand If only time could truly be controlled I would choose to wind the string back onto the spindle I would rewind the clock turn back the hands of time Instead I start rocking again sitting alone here in the dark thinking of her lifeless doll! Kai Michael Neumann's Pendulum of Time and Place contest.