Am I wasting your time

By asking you to read my “poem”?

I didn’t mean to disrupt you,

But if you’re really willing to stay...

And read...

And enjoy...

Well, be my guest. (;

The clock whispers with the dark

About how it’s always alone,

Always ticking people off

With sounds it cannot control

It complains about its arms being too short

That they can’t bend,

That the only turn and turn

And why it can’t just have two

The dark listens closely

For it’s the only thing it can do rather than

Gobbling up light in a matter of seconds

But never time

The dark can only compensate

Understanding the pain of loneliness,

But it has a conjecture,

And it loves to be alone

The clock only grows with anger,

Just a matter of seconds and

It’ll scream, waking everybody

Like a rooster at the crack of dawn

The dark can only be there,

It can’t move if it wanted to

Unless a ray of sunshine

Broke through the naked window

The TICK TOCK of the clock

Make things serene again,

But only for a moment because

It’s a matter of minutes that it’ll burst in rage

The dark doesn’t want to leave

Even though it loves to be the “Lone Wolf”

But leaving the clock in such a mess

Will only make it worse for the both of them

“Clock, don’t do this to yourself,

If you cry, we’ll both be caught,”

The dark bravely gritted

Tick

Tock

Tick

Tock

Tick

Tock

Tick

Tock.

“Please...”

Tick.

“Don’t do this...”

Tock.

“Oh no...”

(Silence)

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“What in the world?”

“What was that?”

“It was that ole clock I tell ya!”

“We shall have it burned!”

No. Oh no. No. Oh no.

The dark didn’t know what to do,

It couldn’t protect the poor clock

It couldn’t do anything at all

An old man peers into the living room

Like a predator about to stalk its prey

Slowly yet surely, he creeps up to the clock

And wraps his brittle fingers around its head

He yanks it off without any mercy,

Not even giving a damn that half the wall

Stills clings to the clock’s back

The clock stops whining,

It got what it finally wanted after all this time

Just someone to notice it’s presence

Just somebody to hold it

Just some attention