The Clock

The clock ticks,
the hour has struck;
I just realized
that my life is stuck.

Nowhere to run,
and nowhere to hide
     - I'm sunk!
The clock just struck.

One, two, three and four
it continues on
in death defying horror,
more mundane than the hour before.

Five, six, seven and eight
I plead, let me escape
this vacancy of time
that just drifts on by.

Nine, ten, eleven and twelve,
I meditate to release the pain
of time passing by with no escape.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, goes the Clock.

The Clock by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse