Tick Tock the old grandfather clock beckons me to its side. It tells me that death is near, that there is nowhere to hide. I feel my life slowly wither away. On my knees I beg my soul to stay. I lie there and breathe my final breath, As I welcome the embrace of my old friend death. Tell me what you think.
Thanks. As an aside, I see that you are the only one with poetry on this forum. This world needs more poets.