My Bucket of Time

My Bucket of Time

A Poem by Maddi
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I just felt like making something. _('.')_/

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Can you hear it?

Time


Drip-dropping through the cracks in the ceiling.


Drip


Drop.


Tick


Tock.


Then chimes the clock,

And the sun has set once more.


Night falls, sun rises.


Repeat.

Tick tock. Drip drop.


Like a punishment from the Gods.


The crack in my ceiling rows bigger each day,

Like cracks in my mind, slowly eating up my sanity.


Soon, there will no longer be a crack on my roof,

Just a big, empty chasm.

An empty, grey sky.

An empty canvas.


Drip drop. Tick tock.


Tonight, I'll leave a bucket out,

To collect some of time's essence.


One day, Time will run out of juice.

And like that

Everything stops.


Tick tock.

Drip drop.

Tick tock.

Drip drop.

Tick.


Tock.


Drip.


Drop.


Tick




But I still have my little bucket of time,

And perhaps it'll just keep me going

A little while longer....


© 2017 Maddi



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Excellent. Not much needs to be said. The sound of a clock is iconic, you didn't even really need to use the word clock. But the poem was really good. And I like that time, such a flowy thing drips and drops into a bucket no less. Such inelegant things.

Posted 2 Months Ago


lovely!
I like the idea of having a "bucket of time" to keep going !

Posted 8 Months Ago



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Maddi
Maddi

The oak tree by the pond with the coy fish, Norfolk, United Kingdom



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I LOVE writing and reading poems, reading books and some fanfiction too! All literature is accepted by me! I'm also a cynical, sarcastic and rude person, but those who get to know me, love me for it. .. more..

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