The Ticking Clock

by Mistress of Mystery

This is a poem about the waiting time of Dean’s life before he goes down to hell and his after life.

The Ticking Clock

Life is a circle which never stops spinning;

It goes up and down then falls like led;

This is something which drives you;

Having something you got till you lose it.

Many things change but some stay the same;

If you see things clearly it will work better;

Then stuck in something you find unreal.

That is the clock of time waiting for;

The key that will slow down the clock;

Till it shops then you will be lost;

Then you move on to the unknown.

Some after the dark stay in a place which;

Hurts more then breathing was to them;

It goes round and round till;

The red hot anger fills you and you feel alone.

The light may move on to two places;

The light of the angels;

Or the pit of fear;

This is why some turn.

Others go to the light;

The joy they feel shining through;

The deep underworld of fire;

Takes some ad leaves them alone;

It is called the forgetting.

This circle is an endless pattern;

Who says everyone is the same;

Not enjoying this part of there passing over;

Which shows;

Who knows best?