*Untitled Poem*

As I stand upon my ivory tower,

I watch the clock pass up the hour,

Tick Tock, Tick Tock,

This is my fate,

I’ve done my best,

No more time to waste.

I stand alone,

This battle lost,

Tick Tock, Tick Tock,

I have no cause,

This lonely feeling,

It needs to stop.

He tightens his grip,

Around my neck,

Tick Tock, Tick Tock,

I hear him laugh,

This twisted serpent screams,

“Remember the past!”

The air feels cold,

Like that December,

Tick Tock, Tick Tock,

The light starts to fade,

I’m floating on air,

And I see his face.