Eyes struggle, then start to fail As I tread an oft-forgotten trail While my dizzy thoughts retreat… I see these things, beyond the veil Grandad milks into a pail Then walks back home to eat I am a slowly crawling snail Sliding sticky on a rail Seeking a rotting treat I’m an up-and-arching whale Flukes up high, then smacking like a flail Spreading stars as waves retreat Next a startled, leaping quail Leaking feathers from...
It was haunted. It had to be. How else could it be doing what it was doing, stealing her soul bit by bit? Evil. Sadistic. It was incessant and invasive, convincing her that the world outside was not what it seemed. Pitting her against herself, that was its strategy. Whatever it was that lived inside that clock. She wasn’t even sure where it came from. Was it there all along; when she’d moved in? Or, did someone sneak into...
The day you died, leaving me forever in darkness A clock started in my mind A now cold emotionless vacuum Twenty-six years at most When my time will finish on this earth too So much work to be done, so many responsibilities To raise your son, get him married To raise your grandchildren with your memories To make life easier for mom To care for my life partner Yet wondering with ticking clock Do I have even half as much as...
