As I pass by the old grandfather clock
Tic, Toc, tic, toc , tic... 7:30
I pass hall by hall
Painting by painting
For I see no faces on the portraits,
they blur with no expressions
No happiness
No lifeThe grandfather clock tics throughout the house
Tic, Toc, tic, toc, tic... 8:00
I ponder among the paintings
I wait and see nothing
No expressions
No happiness
No life
No one was thereI walk through the home
I hear and see my childhood monster
It calls to me to come back
I run
I fall
I wake up
And see a light
The light whispered "peace be still for u are home my child...
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Grandfather clock
PoetryShe feels alone and she has no one by her side until a happening happens...