22. Chime

I have spent a lifetime

In this day,

Counting each chime

To show me the way,

For the hall got so dark

I follow each sound,

Hanging on for dear life,

I’m so tightly wound


I fear each hour that passes

At the same time,

Because my life trickles away,

With each dreaded silver chime


An hour ago, this day was done

In its place, another one –



The clock strikes one!


The End

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