Pass the time that ticks on the clocks
When you’re with me, I’ll set you free
Come visit me in my box.
Come join me under the floor
There’s plenty here to explore
But don’t make a sound, or you will be found
Come join me under the floor.
Come play with me in the yard
Where people always cry so hard
With a tear in their eye, they’ll just pass us by
Come play with me in the yard.
Come march with me through the night
We can give people quite a fright.
If you ring your bell, you’ll be sent up to hell
So come march with me through the night.
I understand if you want to refuse,
But you’ve got nothing left to lose.
They won’t get here in time,
So there’s no point in trying,
You’ll join me in the end,
So just rest your head—
You will stay with me in my box.
9 comments:
This is one of my favorite poems that you have written! Thank you for sharing such deep and personal poem. I hope you write more stuff like this.
I really like the way you’re not so direct, not telling us what exactly it is your are speaking of.
This is a really good poem, I loved how you rhymed
I love it the writhing form is so cool
Great rhyming! I really enjoyed the box theme ! I challenge you to write about a closet now .
Wow! This has pure awesomeness, but I was wondering what you were writing about?
To anyone wondering what this poem was about, I have the answer. It’s a bit of a gory subject, but it’s about being buried alive. Back in the olden days, numerous people were buried alive, so they had to install bells on every grave, just incase you woke up. My poem specifically is about death talking to the person who is stuck under the ground, telling them to not ring the bell. To stay with death.
Whoa. Not sure what that was about but I liked it.
Omg this was so good! I absolutely loved how you made everything rhyme! Very creative! Good job!
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