Whilst staring at a clock, my life is endingA Poem by AloysiaVerben
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...
© 2011 AloysiaVerben
Added on February 21, 2011
Last Updated on February 21, 2011
AboutHi, I'm Aloysia (pronouced Ah-lo-wee-see-ya) You can call me Louise, A(louise) or whatever. I'm me. That's all I am. I'm never going to change that because, frankly, I like being me. Let me tell y.. more..