Before the Clock Dies

The quiet thoughts of a ticking clock

Ticking clock

That's all I hear

The end of my time 

Quickly drawing near,

So I stand and I wait

For someone to care

An act of kindness

Before the world begins to tear.

How long will it take

Before we all give up?

And our hope runs dry

Like an emptying cup?

Gratitude became rare

And affection promptly unties,

Will consideration ever return?

Surely, I pray, before the clock dies

Author's Note

We have forgotten how to be kind.

Reviews

[Fran Marie]

There's not as much kindness..nor compassion expressed as there once was..IMO..like your creative views ..on the way people interact as a whole..so much hatred amoung the general masses..how much time is left before we self -destruct and the clock dies..nice work..

[Riley Justine]

Thank you so much!

[Ilerah]

I like it, dark but very good. Very descriptive. Good poem!

[Riley Justine]

Thanks! I wasn't in the happiest of moods when I wrote it which is why it's so dark.

[Zac]

You have some great imagery in this poem here,
and you also definitely get your point out.
Keep writing!

[Riley Justine]

Glad you liked it!