May 27, 2010 - 5:24pm — faunet
The clock ticks
In its usual rythm
Undisturbed
A bird sing
Just outside
On a distance branch
But suddenly the song stops
And the clouds are grey
The bird flys away
The rain starts to pour
Yet the clock still ticks away
Tick tock tick tock
The little child is scared
When he hears the thunder
No one can comfort him
For he is all alone
He runs in the basement
Hiding himself under a blanket in the couch
The storm progresses
Into a fiercer state
Looking out the window
You can see the trees
Being forced to bow to the gound
It"s not long till one snaps
Landing on the roof of the house
The roof caves in
Crashing through the floor
In this two story house
The child does not cry
For how can he when he is shock
Hours later when the storm
Passes
He ventures up the stairs
To see the damage that was done
The roof was in shatters
The second floor was gone
But something caught his eye
Underneath the rubble
He takes a closer look
And discovers
The clock that was on the wall
He picks it up and presses it to his ear
And the familiar ticking sound
Starts to fill the room
Tick tock tick tock
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I adore anything to do with
Endless fascination.
Your writings are always lovely m'dear. This one makes me feel like I'm falling through time <3
Thanks so much Crimsongale I
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