Ticking of the Clock

Ticking of the Clock

A Poem by LittleGuitar94

It’s only just midnight,

The pale moon is round.

The ticking of the clock

Is the loudest sound.

 

I lie here,

Staring into space.

Moonbeams and shadows,

Fall across my face.

 

Slowly it creeps,

Into my eyes and my mind.

Sweet dreams or nightmares?

Who knows what I’ll find.

 

Trapped in my head,

In a world of my dreams.

Falling away,

Reality ripped at the seams.

 

It’s just past midnight,

The pale moon is round.

The ticking of the clock

Is the loudest sound.

© 2011 LittleGuitar94


Author's Note

LittleGuitar94
Wrote this at gone midnight before my AS Biology exam, trying to get to sleep, thoughts everywhere in my head.
All i could hear was the clock in my room, ticking.

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Wow, I like this. Rhyming is awesome! xD x

Posted 13 Years Ago


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