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Clock Tower

Contributed by Auura on Thursday, 7th September 2006 @ 05:14:12 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



The children on the road
drift their gaze they do
to stare at the tower
to the face for a clue

they wait patiently
for the reaper shall weild his scithe
another hour passes
another hour of our life

just an hour
just a day
the fabrics of time
are beggining to fray

the teens on the road
drift their gaze they do
to stare at the tower
to the face for a clue

time has passed quickly
seeming to have flown
unknowing their fate
is set in stone

just a day
just a week
for lost time
they do not seek

the old men and women
drift their gaze they do
to stare at the tower
to the face for a clue

their time is nearly gone
they await the end
if only the walls
of reality could bend

just a week
just a year
that clock tower
is someone's worst fear




Copyright © Auura ... [ 2006-09-07 17:14:12]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Clock Tower (User Rating: 1 )
by topcatcrowther on Thursday, 7th September 2006 @ 05:17:19 PM AEST
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I think perhaps you are a tad modest, I think this peom is fab. good one.


Re: Clock Tower (User Rating: 1 )
by BobbyZimmerman on Thursday, 7th September 2006 @ 06:27:34 PM AEST
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Absolutely wonderful....A microcosm of life. Great job!


Re: Clock Tower (User Rating: 1 )
by twbanter on Thursday, 7th September 2006 @ 08:44:28 PM AEST
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Hi Auura. I totally understand the bored random thing. You do very well with it! Better than most. Nice progression, and great lines. Have you ever read time? It's about someone you didn't mention; the middle aged guy who's mad as hell at that face! He, he...

Tom W




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