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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