Tick, tick, tick,
Tock, tock, tock.
We face our fears,
Around the clock...
Slowly climbing,
Step by step.
One foot wrong,
Perhaps your death.
In the dark,
Without a candle.
Always clasping,
Life's staircase handle.
Pointing upwards,
It's central pole.
Never ending,
Guides your soul.
Never look down,
Into inky blackness.
Your lost emotions,
In all their starkness.
A spiral of love,
Or is it hate.
Each step you take,
Decides your fate.
Every step taken,
A lifetime.
You venture on,
Upwards you climb.
Now you've come,
To journey's end.
All fears are conquered,
Down you descend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
we are accompanying you in this fantasy journey, until it take us to not return point, the real happiness, thank you for this amazing piece of work 10+++ as usual for Sir Shaun
Thank you Soran for your most welcome comment my friend. I've cleared my head now recovered from a cold/flu taken down my silly poem (The Poemhunter Virus) and back in work tomorrow. I work in a museum Soran and it and the people I work with like your good self and many more on here inspire and enrich me. Thank you my friend.And take care.