Tick tock tick tock,
The relentless ticking of the clock,
Click, click, click, click,**
The second hand groans on every tick.
The empty room, the sounds of silence,
The buildings creaks, a melodic violence,
Alone, deserted, remorseless gloom,
It feels as if I’m in a tomb.
The doors are open, the lights are on,
But people visiting, alas there’s none,
No sound of banter, no sound of laughter,
Simple company is all I’m after.
© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2014
