Poetry And Mixed Feelings

Time

She lay there.
The only one left awake in her home.
The darkness crept and crawled
Along the walls and the furniture,
Even slithering across her
Pale, chilled flesh.
The bittersweet sound of silence
Filled her ears.
Though the only illumination
She had was from the moon,
She saw everything.
Silence to one,
Was her biggest fear.
Silence spoke to her.
It whispered softly in her ear,
A friendly reminder that nothing
Was there.
Tick tock.
Tick tock.
Time was never ending.
Her mind was always racing.
Who would hear her scream?
Who could feel her pain?
She was a ticking time bomb.
Dangerous in every sense of the term.
Tick tock. Tick tock.
No one else could hear the whispers.
No one else saw the shadows move.
Bittersweet, were the memories
She began to let slip from her.
Tick tock.
Time was running out for her.
She hoarsely whispered, "I love you."
It lingered, frozen in the air
As her mind continued to leave her.
Her heart began to change it's beat.
She let her mind twist her reality,
One last time.
Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
Tick.
Tock...

Boom...