Time's up

The flickering of a broken lamp caught her attention,
The little light from the lamp creeping out wards,
Scattering as if a million cockroaches were disturbed at its nest.

The light crawled instantly over everything it could touch,
A hand trying to overcome the darkness of the room,
Silently the light rested on broken objects,
The room was torn to pieces,
A temperamental werewolf must have come through,
No human being could have scratched the walls so deeply,
No man could destroy the room like a raging tornado.

The scent of roses filled the air, too strong,
Below her feet were a million scattered pieces,
Twinkling with the stars embedded on the carpet,
The silent clicking of the dancing stars beneath her feet.

She could hear the clock, tick tock, tick tock,
It called her closer; it wanted to be saved,
The only thing she could salvage from the wreck.

The hair on her arm rose,
A violent shiver slowly worked its way up,
She reacted stiffly trying not to jerk her body,
She could see the corner in front of her.

The corner was completely dark,
The light hindered from going any farther,
Even the light couldn’t penetrate the darkness that lay before her.

Curiosity killed the cat they say,
But she was no cat,
She stalked to wards the corner,
Her heart began to race,
Her hands shaking, sweating, as if she were freezing.

Silence, the clock gave up, it was no longer full of life,
It was a warning,
It told her to stop, look behind her, look at what it just survived,
She grew to excited, her hands trembling with excitement,
She released the clock,
‘Thud’
It broke into pieces, the glass becoming like the stars on the ground,
The wood cracked, splinters among splinters,
The beautiful hand crafted work gone to waste.

Her body stiffened, everything tense,
She was afraid to move,
She was on the edge of a cliff,
One more step and she would have spiraled down into the nothingness.

Her breathing became shallow,
She stopped breathing, she felt dizzy,
The image before her twisting and turning to become a blob of color,
Something people would call art.

Falling and falling in her mind, she hit rock bottom,
She could see herself stumbling grabbing onto air, nothing to support her,
She was in darkness, the same darkness the wreck warned her about.

Sinking into the corner, her body relaxed,
She felt as if she were in quick sand,
Her body engulfed in the shadowy comfort.

Tick tock, tick tock,
The clock comes back to life,
The flickering light back on,
Her eyes flutter open,
She can see the damage done, she’s stuck.

Tick tock, tick tock,
It’s her own singing,
Watching what light surrounds her,
Never touching her,
The darkness hiding behind the stars,
She’s always alone.

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I had to write this as homework, and I got 10 out of 10. It's about a female being dragged in the darkness also known as depression.