The Clock

The clock Tick, tock , tick, tock, The clock bellowed resounding through my mind, like so many wood peckers drilling into a tree. This infuriating clock my mother had given me It began tick, tick, ticking away The very day it entered my home The very wrong dings and the dongs well, It would surely drive my wife mad She would rant and rave and I would say It's a gift from my mother Then it would once again be saved Oh but that maddening ticking that, tick ,tock, tick, tock This infuriating gift from my mother, this clock. Tock , tock, tocking as it began stealing a face. Well I am not mad, I swear it to be, a copy was made but i swear it undeniably was my mother, with mocking eyes as it continued the ticking and the tocking I had grown to despise My mother's infuriating gift, this clock. It gave me no peace that infernal machine even when outside her tick, tick, ticking was inside of me. I decided then and there to stop the tock, my mother, with unbalanced levels of dopamine her pills could be switched the death quick and clean. Still the ticking and tocking as she was taken away the clock displaying a fresh new face. My mother the infuriating clock It was my wife staring at me, amused over my torment, my mother was gone and yet she jested as she tick, tock, tick, tocked I tore the clock from the wall and dumped it in the waste bin but the ticking remained tick, tock, tick, tock It was in my study the following morn Her face was neither tattered nor worn My wife grinned at me her smile wide with trickery She continued tick, tick, ticking, tick, tick, ticking My wife the infuriating clock We were upstairs one eve A debate would ensue she began to tick, tick, tick The stairs were so sharp, the floor so slick I heard the gears shatter but there was no longer a clock, I wept as it resounded Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock I raced to the study but the face was replaced, By a familiar tortured creature Lost in time and space The infuriating clock that I owned. The ticking and tocking ebbed Then a resounding click, then a tock, then a tick The powder ignited as I lifted my gaze My wife the infuriating clock, that my mother gave me, that held my true face Tick tock tick tock tick tock The blood runs down the clock The clock strikes twelve The ticking ends Tick tock tick tock tick tock.