Insane Poem by Vanessa Kingsley

Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
The hands on the clock barely move.
The twitch and shudder but do not move.

Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
The water hits the surface like a bomb.
Destroying. Disturbing. Chaos.

Pupils dialate. Mind spins. Sweat drips.
Calm. Still. Quiet.
The clock stops.
The drip stops.
It all stops.
Looking around for something.
Anything. A clock. A drip. A voice.

Cystal clear and easy to hear.
Loud as a gunshot. It is heard.
A voice. A word. A person.
Silence.
Silence.
Silence.

Again the voice cystal clear.
Turn around. They are there.
They are watching. Listening. Laughing.
Who is there?

No one.

Turn around. You are alone.
No.
Yes.

If you are alone.
Who do you hear? See?
If you are not alone.
Who watched? Laughs? Torments?

Turn around You are confused.
You see and yet the space is empty.
Turn Around! You are...

Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.

Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.

Silence.
Silence.
Silence.

Scream.
Cry.
Sigh.
Alone.