Night's Room

December 8, 2011
The clock winked,
And the sun died,
As it slowly began to chime.
The rain swung to the ground,
Descending away from their seeping masters,
Such sullen, sunken clouds.
The mechanical mouse scurries to and fro,
Tickling each window's light frame,
Musing on and on, about the sorrid fog.
Now the fire cackled,
And cast light demons roundabout,
As the adorments on the mantel,
Gossiped among themselves.
And such haughty walls moaned and groaned,
Mumbling to themselves,
Of nails and screws,
That never ceased causing such strains.
Now the clock winks one last time,
And the sun will never rise,
For the clock no longer chimes.

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gb12197 said...
Apr. 10, 2012 at 9:32 pm

 oh my gosh this poem just blows my mind. it is amazing, i feel like i am right there in the room. it is so different, and i am just speechless about this poem, it is so far beyond great. great job, your poems aare so unique, and you are so talented :)


SpringRayyn said...
Apr. 10, 2012 at 4:42 pm
Oh my goodness! This poem is so full of imagery that it is just so great! I even got the smell of an old church (I think that's what it is) to accompany me along reading this poem without realizing--really great! I really love it!
Behind_a_Plastic_Smile said...
Apr. 9, 2012 at 2:11 pm
this is so cool you can tell that a that alot of thought went into your diction and it paid off because its so well written 
AgentOrange789 said...
Apr. 5, 2012 at 4:26 pm
Wow...just wow. This is really, truly excellent poetry. So thoughtful and deep. Very well done. 
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