Tick tock
Goes the clock.
When will it ever stop?
Ding dong
Goes the chime.
When will it be my time?
Slowly, the coil unwinds.
Slowly, I pass the time.
Slowly, the hours tick by.
Slowly, my soul goes to the sky.
I am the only one,
Left alone under this burning sun.
I am the lonely one,
Hand trembling as I reach for the gun.
The world around me is so silent.
But the voices inside me are so violent.
The gunshot echoes through the city.
Now painted red, aren't I pretty?
The ground reaches up to greet me.
And my body lets my spirit go free.
Slowly I become one with the earth.
As in death as I was in birth.
YOU ARE READING
A book of poetry
ŞiirThis is a bunch of poetry I either wrote or found. The ones with an asterisk (*) in the title are the ones I wrote. Any others I found. Please no stealing the ones I wrote and please don't criticize them too harshly. I did my best on them.
