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THE TELLING PENDULUM

Contributed by hray42 on Thursday, 15th March 2012 @ 05:31:13 PM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry

a grandfather clock is clunking, somewhere down the darkened hall
you have seated yourself by a window, to watch the snow fall
wrapped up in a blanket, rocking in the old wooden chair
you're looking out that portal, but it's really just a stare
a fire in the fireplace, it feels good upon your face
you're listening to that pendulum swing, you count its even pace
it's playing out a melody, the one about your life
it's telling a tale of days gone by, with the sharpness of a knife
the light coming from the house's hearth, casts shadows on the wall
you sit and watch them flicker about, as if dancing at a ball
it seems the clock becomes much louder, after it sings of yesterday
it sounds just like an old phonograph, now it's your future it will play
snowflakes still fall to ground nearby, and further in the distance
the pendulum seems to quicken its pace, tolling even more persistent
the days to be told of hereafter, are lonely ones at best
for you lost your wife to illness, and you shunned off all the rest
you thought you needed no one, and that no one needed you
but you were wrong about a lot of things, wrong about that too
you've been left alone broken hearted, life has taken your youth and your will
surprised your old heart has lasted this long, amazed that it's beating still
now you sit here by the window, not the man you used to be
the pendulum's sounding more like death, and it's you it's here to see...

Copyright © hray42 ... [ 2012-03-15 17:31:13]
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Re: THE TELLING PENDULUM (User Rating: 1 )
by purplestary on Sunday, 18th March 2012 @ 07:48:53 AM AEST
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wow..this was such a sad write, but even so it was also so beautiful. you really let people into your heart, and your soul with this, and it's just so heartbreaking and real..

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