There’s only so much time.
Until she hears that last chime.
Of the old clock on the wall.
Where she’ll cry and then fall.
She’s sick and she’s tired.
Of all of the hours.
She lays down and cries.
She wishes to die.
The night’s creeping in.
To say a good night.
To the little girl.
Who’s scared of the light.
She’s too scared to die.
But can’t only survive.
On the hope and a might.
That she’ll be alright.
Dong…. Dong…. Dong…. DONG…
I’m not fine..
I’m not alright..
She screams through the night..
She’s hurting inside!
I’m not fine..
I’m not alright…
YOU ARE READING
The Old Clock
PoetryThis is an original song I wrote when I had fallen pretty badly into depression for various reasons. I hope you like it.
