Your clock’s ticking Tocking as your reign nears its end Telling you to give it up for a positive existence Or is this act in your nature? Living your life in solitary solitude Because you can’t go out in public
Is your megalomaniacal lifestyle that appealing, That alluring to you? Will you ever give it up And end your shadowy existence? Because your shadow is luminous In the dark alley, luminating.
Tomorrow will be your end I’m sick and tired of searching For your sorry ***.
I hope when you’re in solitude Within those prison walls You do nothing but curl up Just like a sleeping cat For hours on end.
The countdown on your clock Your watch Your life Has hit zero… Do you feel accomplished?
**February 21, 2012
I challenged myself to have a stranger give me 10 words and I would write a poem containing all of them. The words were as follows: solitary, alluring, megalomaniac, luminous, clocks, tomorrow, tired, existence, nature, and cat. This is what was produced as a result.