The Tick of a Clock

• Artist: ElectraShocked
• Description: I guess I can't really describe it.... It's just the way I feel, my life is a little jumbled up right now so it might not make much sense to you, but to me it holds the intimacy of life and death.
• Date: 07/07/2009
• Tags: tick clock death fear

The clock is ticking and the pendulum is swaying and with each sway and tick, my heart beats unevenly in it's unhealthy little chest jumping every petty little noise. Each second I could bear to live through brought me closer to my death and the stealthy grasp of fate. Fate could snatch you from your life and other's without a single sound. That much I can comprehend with an unreal clarity, and it clouded my life with fear and paranoia...I am scared. The most frightening thing is not knowing what you fear.
Sooner or later, fate will have me in it's tight embrace, suffocating my airways and veiling the world with a dark foreboding fabric. Why is the clock ticking? it's ornate features always casting a mocking smile in my direction. To bring me closer to my death... the world I know is out to get me. I can't skip over death with an impish grin on my face every time I've been lured into its cave of shadows and regret. As for who set the pendelum in motion, I guess you could say it was I, always living a second too long

Comments

[Isilvar Darkblade]

Strong words my sister....your perpetual understanding of the world and all it stands for is...shocking, as an understatement! Keep up the good truths

[iwroteholdencaulfield]

Hey thanks for commenting and critiqueing mine. I very much appreciate it. So I came to read&rate yours.
I like this, you have some raw talent and good form, but it may be easier to read or get rhythm from if you but more brakes inbetween stanzas rather than writing the poem in one or two large paragraphs, unless that was the rhythm you were going for, of course. Good Job. 5/5