Tick tock

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

I adore anything to do with time <3
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

Thanks so much Crimsongale I love getting feedback .

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