The Clockmaker Poem by Crimson Soul

The Clockmaker



The Clockwork Angel,
Keeps The Time;
He Slowly Waits,
For The Chime;

The Beautiful Tick,
-Tock Of The Clock,
That Will Likely,
Never Stop;

She Is Watching The Clockmaker Cry,
She Only Waits,
Saddened Blue Eyes;

The Clockmaker Stained,
With The Death Of His Heart,
Can Only Feel,
The Touch Of The Dark;

She is Counting, Every Tick,
Of The Clock, Hidden So Thick;

The Clockmaker Winds The Clock So Tight,
It Will Keep Ticking, Every Night;

But Now She Leaves,
The Clockmaker Alone;

So He Sits And Cries,
With The Clocks Alone;

The Clockmaker Had Waited So Long,
That He And The Clock Now Sung The Same Song;

Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, Now It's Time For Ours To Stop;
Tick-Tock,

Tick....

Tock...

Tik...

Tock.


The Clock Has Stopped.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Who Knows....Dont Spend The Ticks Here-

Who Knows When- Youl Give In To Fear?
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Neela Nath Das 01 September 2012

So nice poem with wonderful expression!

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Eindaray Kyaw 24 August 2012

You have a sense of discovering the things that the others can't see! Great, fri.....Keep it up!

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Valerie Dohren 24 August 2012

Lovely poem about the marking of time - excellent write.

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