Clock Ticks Poem by William Kofoed

Down hall
in another room
a pendulum swings
each second ticks

darkness reigns
and dim glows
reflects barely
on polished brass

quietly sit I
slow passes time
in anguished thought
answers are lost

seeking for
things that I know
are not to be
simply are not

darkness will not
in the coming day
fade away
will always be

continuing on
knowing not where
no way is found
where I would be

chimes the hours
slipping away
in darkness now
will always be