............sitting here in the stillness
.............................staring
...............staring out the window
...at darkness my friend and my foe.
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............staring out the window
.........................listening
...........to the grandfather clock
........................tick tock
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............listening to it ticking and tocking
..................the minutes away
ticking them away one by one by one
..............until this day is all done
.
..wishing they were gone these minutes
.........................never to return
................................to burn
...................to down my life burn
.
....................burning my heart
............................to ashes
......................burning a hole
.............straight through my soul
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..................yes they are gone
......these dark minutes never to return
.....................but others come
......to take their place oh yes they come
.
..................come to take their place
..............and tic tock more time away
..........then tick after tock away they run
............................one by one
.
..........................then back they
...................come my soul to burn
........................my heart to kill
..............while I sit here in the still
.
.............sitting here in the ashes
.............................staring
.........staring sleepless out the window
.......at darkness my friend and my foe.
.
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......................©3-8-2023 by Susan Williams
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OF COURSE, dear SUSAN, your choices do work for us, sure, absolutely. Cobgratulations you are now on number THREE, dear Susan, I am very happy for you
Today this poem ranks #03 in the list of Best Poems Of Members. Congratulations, Susie. All the best..
I know this place well, I go there many times yet I can't wait to leave it, but ut keeps drawing me back. Congratulations on getting to number 3 in the Best Member Poems list.
Real poetry, a treasure for those who love good poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Strong emotions rendered stronger by picture of gloom, the grandfather clock ticking away, the validity of night hinting at life suddenly becoming void.., by the repetition of images…. Let me wake from the gloom to write more..
A , thank you for pointing out the factors that worked for you---I, like so many of us here, need to hear if my choices work or not! ! !
That is a place most people visit during their life, sometimes they live there for years. I want people to know the validity and the dark power of this place, but we also must move on and hopefully I shall write about that experience in time.
… the voidity of life…
Thank you for commenting on the use of repetition in this piece--I hope it strengthens the sense of doom and surrender