I Hear The Clock Ticking Away

~ Frank Solanki

I hear the clock there ticking away

Every night and every day

Every moment that passes me by

Brings me truth — I can’t deny

Inching closer to a big wall

With a door to allow us all

Entrance in the fire’s mouth

Where we’re all heading south

One by one they’ll call our name

The cruel Death and his dame

With laughter rising in the air

And fear sets the atmosphere

All these thoughts are scary, aren’t they?

The clock keeps ticking away

I guess my head just needs some sleep

To axe these thoughts — they’re buried deep

Published by Frank Solanki

Making the world a better place one poem at a time.

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