Drums

Tick tock tick tock the clock goes steadily drowning out my thoughts

Sweating I try and concentrate on my usual haunts

Fists clenched I try and ignore the slow ticking of the clock

It was as if time with all its splendor was mocking me so i try to block

Beat by beat i hear it, the drumming of the universe or is it my heart

Dum dum dum dum it beats around me poisoning my being like a poison dart

I put my hands on my ears trying to block the beating but it grows with every erratic breath i take

I fall of my chair and hit my head on the floor trying to get this steady drumming to become fake

Dum dum dum dum it steadies and becomes a sort of rhythm and slowly fades into my soul

But its still there beating with a quiet intensity threatening to consume me whole

I get up and wipe the sweat off my face with a faint smile relieved it had gone

DUM DUM DUM DUM it attacks every fibre of my being tearing my sanity as well as every bone

Then silence, nothing moves and nothing makes a sound, the whole world has become silent

Dum dum dum dum is all I hear, finally my mind has bent.

Reviews

[K Scott Smith]

Nicely done. Your message is so insightful.