The Ticking Room

Eyes ticking                       left, right, to the dusty door

          left, right, to the dusty door

Hanging on a handprint that was never there before

Floating down the grimy glass to rest upon the knob

Entering without knocking is a born-to-kill-you sob

 

Sobbing songs of bleeding screams

Bleeding sobs of singing screams

 

Come to take her noise away forever-haunted-more

Clutching the ghost to her chest as she walks back out the door

 

                                 ticking left, right, to the life before

          left, right, to the life before

          in silence nevermore

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the photo and the feel of the poem. A lot of hidden story in this poem. I enjoyed reading the thoughts and I like when poetry open the door to questions. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Chris G. Vaillancourt]

Surely we have all experienced this feeling at some time or another, but we haven't all expressed it so well.

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

seems to me moment of death etc...
anyways terrific poem...

[dreaming dame]

Oh Poe, no. Not the... life before? I think I get it. :( Sad. Good poem, but makes me sad.