When the Clock Strikes Nine

Words whispered in my ear
disappear with my fear
Overwhelming scares are mine
they come when the clock strikes nine
They show vivid images of death
of people's never-lasting, deadly breath
And when the clock strikes nine again
I see those desperate, hungry men.

Reviews

[Devesh]

I like how this whole poem is sort of open to interpretation, you could imagine a number of scenarios. What I imagine is death haunting you, it's the last breath that scares you. Fear of the unknown plagues all of us, and you do a wonderful job of expressing it. The use of a clock acts as a marker or a trigger so to say, which triggers these fears, for it's night when the clock strikes night. I hope I don't sound too confused, I do feel like this a bit. Thank you for sharing :)