The Monster on the Mantle

The clock, like an accountant, goes about its business heartlessly.
Are you not finished? That's too bad. Are you expecting something
Truly wonderful? You'll have to wait, and what was once, however
Splendid, drifts downstream beyond your reach. You stare. The world
Spins around you. Young, you thought, your thoughts unchanging,
You discover you've grown old. You're doomed to die, but who knows
When? The heartless, ticking clock.





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Written on 2024-11-22 at 03:10

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alarian The PoetBay support member heart!
we are locked by the clock
we are clocked in and soon clocked out
2024-11-22


arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
This is a haunting and evocative poem that confronts the relentless passage of time. Its metaphorical cluster exemplifies the indifferent nature of time. The imagery of splendid moments drifting out of reach and the stark realization of aging evokes a poignant sense of disillusionment and mortality. The poem’s reflective tone and accessible language resonate deeply, making it a powerful meditation on the inevitability of change and the fleeting nature of life. Its ability to capture profound themes in a simple yet profound manner ensures its lasting impact on its readers.
2024-11-22