Bing goes a silent clock. Loud and clear. The arrival is here.
One touch of a ghostly hand, reaching-closer...closer...until fallen. A blinding of light tearing through darkness.
Sobs racking through. Cold fingers lifting up a wilted essence. Desperate pleas cutting the air. A glum facade.
Scream of defiance and outrage. Hesitant... stare long and thoughtful. Cracking broken promises. Curious... Time calls out- a swish of darkness- gone.
Quiet sobs, dark thoughts. Light path- dark end. Silent stand. Loud walk. Fate resigned. Destiny designed.
Bong goes a clock. Gentle and vague.
The end is here.
For the carriage only moves at the chime of a clock, that no one ever hears.
YOU ARE READING
Deep Inside a demon hides who carved a smile on my face
PoetryPoetry from different times I wrote, different ages, some old, some recent. Emotions I've felt and ones others shared with me. I'm glad you came to see and read them.
