The Watcher


My eyes stare at his face,
staring at me.
How much does he see?
How much does he know?
When I start forgetting about him,
His faint sound reminds me he is still there.
Watching…lurking…

-- Click Click --      --Tick Tick –

The final “GONG,” reminds me he is alive.
Every time my eyes break away from his stare,
I leave a memory there.

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  1. Creative ASeptember 21, 2012 at 5:55 PM

    Oooh. Fascinating and a little creepy. I find myself wanting this NOT to be a metaphor, and to be some actual clock boy of some kind...watching...lurking...

    *goes off into "what if?" land*

    Well done Miah!
    -Mandy

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    1. MiahBSeptember 22, 2012 at 10:01 AM

      Thanks so much Mandy! Yea it is slightly creepy, but think about it every time you look at the clock you leave a piece of time behind, a "memory is left there."
      Enjoy "what if?" land! lol

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