The clock tower

This one's for having no choice in something to come, and to just have to wait till it happens

The man sits up on the tower,

Watching time pass by,

Ever dreading the fateful hour,

That he will surely die.

 

As he sits, upon the hand,

Too soon to bring his demise.

He tries again to make a plan,

Despite all the ones he tries.

 

Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock,

The time keeps going past.

Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock,

No longer will he last.

 

He cannot find another way,

He readies for his fate,

Upon the ground he soon will lay,

The ambulance too late.

 

5 minutes later,

The hand moves more,

His fear is greater,

Than ever before.

 

He knows he is done.

He knows he will fall.

There’s no where to run.

No rescue to call.

 

There are things he can try,

While he sits there and waits.

But they all can’t deny,

His unfortunate fate.

 

As he sits on the hand,

Of the old clock tower,

He waits for his planned,

And so deadly hour.

 

The hands almost there,

As he holds on real tight,

For he’ll fall through the air,

At twelve o’clock tonight.

 

 

Seconds left, the time moves on,

He says his last goodbyes,

The life he had, is to be gone,

On the hour that he dies.

 

Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock,

The time keeps going past.

Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock,

No longer will he last.

 

The seconds race, His fingers slip,

He’s slipping from the clock.

The struck twelve, he loses grip,

Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Tick Tock.

Reviews

[Natalia]

I loved your poem.
I really liked the verse that came up more than once in the poem:
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock,
The time keeps going past.
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock,
No longer will he last.
That verse said a lot about time, and it also made me think.
Also, I liked how the poem rhymed.
Yet, even though the poem rhymed the poem still was very powerful, and
the rhyming of it didn't take away from that.
Great poem.
~Natalia

[Courtney Peters]

I love this.
good job

[Siennaskeleton]

I loved this poem, very intense and made me race. What a way to die...you put great thought into this and out came a great write

[Spoken]

great rhyme and flow to this! Love the end... made me race a lil' and feel the tension. The hands of time will dissolve when we dance in todays rain arms wild and free holding only what the moment whispers in soft embrace... like lovers sharing secret words... then you will meet your purpose. Thank you for this piece, i really enjoyed it!

[Dezaraye]

This is an incredible and strong piece! You took my breath away with this. I love the rhythm and the metaphor of time. Very nice!

[Nick Erickson]

An excellent description of time and it's never ending tick, tock, tick, tock - as it counts the moment of our lives passing us by.

[Phill Oz O'fee]

You state in your forward to this piece; 'This one's for having no choice in something to come, and to just have to wait till it happens'

I found this an interesting and creative write. And yes, the only certain inevitability humanity faces is death! However, the tick/tock time we spend from birth to final rest, is filled with a mired of choices. It's up to personal discernment how best we choose which way to 'jump'!

God's Blessing
Phillozofee

[Nexus]

wow...thats one hell of a powerful poem. life is but a fleeting dream indeed, and only father time can wake us up.

awesome write.

[R J Askew]

Suspensful is the right word. I kept wondering what had driven him to be in his predicament and what the outcome would be...but none of us quite know what our predicatments are and what our ourcomes will be.

[None]

Your poem has a great pace to it and reminds all to enjoy the time they have--while it lasts. I especially like your stanza: "He knows he is done. He knows he will fall. There's no where to run. No rescue to call." We must keep in mind that time is man-made. Your suspenseful poem has me making time to read it again and again! Great write.