Nov 2014
Tick..
Tick..
Tick..
It passes by the second
Echoing each click
Like a metronome
In the depths of my cerebral
I dread the next strike
Minute hand like a knife
To remind me that my strife,
Still has no resolve
It blocks my bliss
And I can't seem to exist
Without its presence,
It always persists
Always measuring
How long I allow it
To rule my life
Like a countdown
Another second
Another minute,
Just how long
Will I be in this?
Can't you hear me!?
Hello?!
Such a rude clock
I scream and I yell
Yet it just never stops
Speaking almost indirectly
To tell me
You will never wait around
For my approval
So I don't just watch you pass
I live
Within each
And every tick
Tick..
Tick..
Tick..
Tick..
Tick..
It passes by the second
Echoing each click
Like a metronome
In the depths of my cerebral
I dread the next strike
Minute hand like a knife
To remind me that my strife,
Still has no resolve
It blocks my bliss
And I can't seem to exist
Without its presence,
It always persists
Always measuring
How long I allow it
To rule my life
Like a countdown
Another second
Another minute,
Just how long
Will I be in this?
Can't you hear me!?
Hello?!
Such a rude clock
I scream and I yell
Yet it just never stops
Speaking almost indirectly
To tell me
You will never wait around
For my approval
So I don't just watch you pass
I live
Within each
And every tick
Tick..
Tick..
Tick..
Written by
Tony Scallo
Please log in to view and add comments on poems
