by Leah Laiben
"I think I'm suicidal,"
said the mother to the clock.
A blank face stared back at her
but dare not did it stop.
"Perhaps I'm only frightened,"
she persuaded herself.
But the clock just kept mocking tic-tocking her
from high upon its shelf.
Posted on 07/30/2005
Copyright © 2021 Leah Laiben
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Olivia Weinkein on 07/30/05 at 07:47 AM|
creepy. kill the clock. (who needs time anyway)
|Posted by Jo Halliday on 08/08/09 at 02:35 PM|
Few words, and yet so effective.
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/02/16 at 02:32 PM|
Great POTD! Disturbing interface between these two and leaves me haunted. Well done. Loved the "mocking tic-tocking".