Its eyes see all
The vices and virtues of our lives
Every day we hear it's quiet call
It ringing in our ears, we survive
The vices and virtues of our lives
Haunts us until the day we die
It ringing in our ears, we survive
Its song never lies
Haunts us until the day we die
It's all-knowing eyes
Its song never lies
This fact most despise
It's all-knowing eyes
Are the numbers upon its face?
This fact most despise
We can never catch it, no matter how long we chase
Are the numbers upon its face?
Staring at us with a mocking smile
We can never catch it, no matter how long we chase
“Tick tock tick tock” it smiles
Staring at us with a mocking smile
Our legs turn to led
Staring at us with a mocking smile
It knows when its song ends we are dead
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Raven Diamond
I am an actor, published author,sketchbook library artist, model, award nominated singer/songwriter, IT specialist, entrepreneur, wife and mother.
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Traveling: A Prose Poem
To fly through time, as sweet as lime, its beauty; a dove. This I shall covet. It’s breath; my air… times hands ensnare. My age is upon the page, where the book is my stage. My life: a doll. Death: a child who calls to play. Nowhere, can I stay, for time is where I hide from all who have lied to me. As I fly through time it is as bitter-sweet as a lime.
By Raven Diamond3 years ago in Poets
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