Untitled Picture Prompt Poem #12

Tic Tock…..
Tic Tock…..
can you hear the clock?
Bells tolling?
Hours
minutes
seconds
constant clamour
agony
pierced to the core
what is to come?
Ebony shadows
trick of the eyes
brain creating
planting ideas
what is not there
what is
peering
scared
terrified
what awaits on the other side?
Despondent
on your knees
tears on stained face
begging
beseeching
bargaining
with old gods
with new gods
to take away the voices
to take away the pain.
Wings envelope
voices
waning
mere whispers
a brushing of the wind
against your face.
Look to your saviour
your deliverer.
Howling revulsion
raucous laughter
arrowing
cold
heartless
to your very essence.
Embodiment
all your worst nightmares
free to consume
to haunt
to feed upon you.
©June 3/19
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