The Clock

watch the carpet fade
slowly covered by dust
the wallpapers loosing grip
getting eaten up by time

watch the chair slowly dissapear
termites killing furniture
and the sun burning the last glance
from once shiny red curtains

watch the floor crack
slowly going back to it`s origin
And the windows fall to pieces
as time takes it`s toll

Watching myself standing still
staring at that dusty mirror
I can see it all from my corner
and another minute rushes away



Poetry by Cr4Ky
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Written on 2007-04-04 at 00:47

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lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
Such a nostalgic feel to this poem cir and the images of dilapidated life and possessions are awesome well done rgds mike
2007-04-10



oooh, I am so tempted to tell you what is in my mind, but I will concentrate of this time warped poems, slow deaths journey. The clock is a good title and measures time, as does staring at your deteriorating surroundings, which you create so vividly. Disappear needs attention and I wasn't sure about the shiny word, it didn't feel right. I loved the looking at myself looking at myself perspective in the final verse, a real brain twister but attainable! It felt like a lifetime and yet it was only a minute. Smiling at you, spring cleaning as I write!lol Tai
2007-04-04