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) |||||||||| |||||||||| || ||||| || ||||||||||||| || || || || || || || || || |||||||||| |||||||||| || || || || || ||||||| || || || || || || || || || || |||||||||| || || || || ||||| |||||||||||||| “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