The Dread Clock
The clock ticks away
ever so slowly.
Weeping in impatient silence
thinking of the far future.
Tainting your heart with waiting dread.
The clock zooms by
its face mocking,
the fun times shinning.
Watching as it ticks away
Filling, once again, your heart with dread
Ticking as we wait
so slow, ever so slow.
Passing as we pray
"slow down for a time,
let me live these moments." we say
The clock continues to
to zoom on by,
filling our hearts for a final time
with quaking dread.
Mocking all that goes by
is the clock.
As time passes by.
Copyright © Abby Pe | Year Posted 2010
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