The Ticking Clock

Well, I have been a little sad these last few days... I know, I know, "Ricki... sad, noooo" Well I have been, and when I get sad I always go back to writing. Actually, when I am really happy I write poetry too.... but I was sitting here right now listening to David Gray and The Counting Crows (my peppy music lol) and felt a little inspired.... don't worry, it's just a poem. Bet ya didn't know that I am a published poet...

The Ticking Clock

Time to her has no meaning,

For it went to fast, and is quickly leaving.

Each grain of sand is slipping through her fingers

And soon, it will be only memories that linger.

Tick Tock
.......Tick tock
The time speeds on,
The monotone ticking of each second gone.

So she tries hard to drown it out,

She laughs, cries, screams, and shouts.

But nothing works - it can't be stopped,

Nothing can stop the ticking clock. 

by: me... hehehe 2010