The Old Grandfather Clock Poem by Sakib Choudhury

Swinging backwards and forth
Releasing the sounds of its tick tock
Does the old grandfather clock

Cant help but focus on its presence
On its pleadings to be heard
As its sure but steady rythmic sounds
Slowly forms into a crescendo
Until its hypnotic beats
Puts me into a mesmerised state

For the sound of the tick tock
From the old grandfather clock
Has taken me away from this plain
Away from this worlds pain
Providing me with a mental salvation

So i may close my eyes
Slowly shutting off my mind
Knowing I must but simply wait
For when those chimes start to ring
It indicates that my ordeal is done