Gone

 

I'm fighting the cycle of the clock,
Can't escape the rhythm of the tick-tick-tock.
Running in circles, everything's the same;
I feel the pressure rise as I scream out your name,
But you aren not here to save me this time
As the clock strikes midnight, haunted chime.
I play the same part day in and day out;
The echo of the clock screams, a shout
Of such regularity that it is frightening,
Boom of the bell like thunder chasing lightening.
You have left me here, abandoned and alone;
I have no one to talk to, no one to call or phone.
Do you even care?  As time goes flying on
I see the clock and realize that you are simply gone.