Poem #69: Clock Chimes

Note: This poem was originally posted on my Patreon account on September 16th of 2018. I am currently posting a new poem to my patreon account each day for patron exclusive reading and on this blog one week later for public viewing. If you’d like to see these poems when they are first put up then please consider pledging to my patreon page.

The cut feeling of regret.

Cuts deeper than anything quite yet.

A future shrouded by fear.

An ominous sensation that suffering is always near.

An existence so bent, a sensation one barely comprehends.

I’m so tired and weary, I’m 23 yet I feel like I’m 80.

How have I made it thus far, why do I push further?

If I can’t make it then what hope do they have?

So weary, so drained, such darkness, such fatigue and pain.

Open my eyes they feel so heavy.

No one’s inside yet misery aplenty.

Six chimes of the clock of destiny awaits.

Two times that it rings, three will be fatal.

Four means Hell, five means limbo.

But six, six we may never know.

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