About Time

On the wall there was a broken clock

I sat in a room at the top of a tower

Taking sip of a drink both sharp and sour

Outside the moon continued to rise

Pulled up by one giant hand

Yet for a giant it held no power and behind another it would cower

I could hear the damp wooden steps outside creaking

And then every other step was shrieking

Not a worry though, the door was locked

With it's only key long gone

Someone outside must've thought they were sneaking but if people are rivers then they were leaking

But there was a knock, knock, knocking on my door

And it was unlike any I'd heard before

I looked through the peephole but didn't like what I saw

If I did nothing it'd be there, forevermore 

So I put both my hands firmly on the door

All my strength and determination it bore

I was sure to keep out what I saw

It'd be stuck outside, forevermore

A chandelier was hanging from the ceiling

And from it there was golden pain peeling

It'd gathered some layers of dust

Even though I'd clean the room

From below it might have looked appealing however by now the screws were squealing

On the shelf was a flower with its roots drying

And petals fell as if it were crying

It stubbornly stood against a vase

Strong and unwilling to fall

It must've thought its will underlying but it was clear to me the flower was lying

But there was a knock, knock, knocking on my door

And it was unlike any I'd heard before

As the broken clock ticked then tocked

On the door was another thunderous knock

My heart was gripped with fear and shock

As the door opened despite the lock

"Don't take me yet, it's not my time"

But I was embraced beneath the clock