Whilst staring at a clock, my life is ending

Whilst staring at a clock, I reflect upon my thoughts... yup, I'm that weird... (Bad name I know...)

I watch the hands of this clock of mine,

The days, the months,  years, locked in time.

A minute passes, then two, then three.

This vast thing of time, oblivious to me.

 

I sit and I stare for hours on end,

But still time keeps coming the longer I spend.

 

But the longer I stay,

The more that I find,

I am only getting closer to my own demise...

 

Reviews

[Cynthia]

i LOVE IT! Seriously, its so interesting and I feel the lonely and sadness in it! I can relate to it very well since I feel the same as the poem, I hate birthdays these days! I love the whole poem, you aren't a weird kid, just special :)
Loving this poem,
amazing!

[Short.Nerd]

NIce! This is a great poem:)

[Coyote Poetry]

Yes in the end. Time is our most valuable item in a life. Better to appreciate family and friends. One day you could be alone and wishing to have been kinder. Spend more time with the good people. A very good poem with some wisdom to be learn from.
Coyote

[Calypso]

There was something dark and foreboding to the title that drew me to it and the poem lived up to the title.

[xjust-for-me.x]

*thumps up

[Arsenic Nemesis]

Absolutely wonderful work, I loved it. The way it was written was just gold, great job, keep it up!~