My Time

by DarkKnight   Sep 28, 2016


The hands on the clock stand still
to see them move on one more second
I never will

My hour My minute My second is here
for Me no seasons or new year

The black robed time keeper awaits
takes My last breath heartbeat My hand
My fate

No more the clock ticks on for Me
My time is here says He

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  • 7 years ago

    by Brenda

    I really liked this a lot. I too have often ponder that last moment and what it will be like. I really like how you put this all together, it's compact but speaks volumes, well done-

    • 7 years ago

      by DarkKnight

      Hi Brenda
      I appreciate your comments
      Regards
      Paul

  • 7 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Darkknight,

    This is a great little dark piece of poetry with some smooth rhyming throughout.
    I always find the idea of death odd: where everything completely ceases (perhaps) for the victim, time and space continue for those who are left. And what is time, anyway?
    Sorry for my musings - your poem got me thinking.

    Take care,

    Ben

    • 7 years ago

      by DarkKnight

      Hi Ben Thank You for your kind comments
      muse away that's what we do
      Regards Paul

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