The Clock on the Wall

The Clock on the Wall

By: Paige Collins

Authors Note: I don't know if that's such a good title. Tell me if you think so too, and I'll change it.

The clock on the wall,

Ticks away,

This thing inside of me,

Is counting the minutes, the hours, the days,

Tick, tock, tick, tock,

Minutes fly by,

I await the minute,

This thing dies,

The silent countdown,

A secret no more,

The Yeerk knows what I am waiting for,

The silence in the room,

Has come over me,

As I kick and I scream,

I cry and I plead,

The room itself seems to spin,

But the only sound, motion present,

Is the one over there,

On the wall,

The clock ticks,

The moment,

It comes,

Get out of my head, Yeerk,

Your time is up,

The creature drops from my ear and hit the ground and slides away

Where it is now,

I cannot say,

Then, things flood back to me,

I am in control of my thoughts, my feelings, everything,

And best of all, I am now free,

And…the clock on the wall,

It still ticks away,

No longer counting minutes, hours or days.

Authors Note: If no one knows what this poem is about, a Controller is being trapped in a room in the final hours of the Yeerks life. Oooh, that sounded weird.