The Ticking Tock of a Clock 



The ticking tock of a clock
Silently clicking and clacking
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
As light begins to fade
A melancholy parade
Passing by in front of eyes
Those who scurry and hide, inside
Barren streets left alone, deserted
Walkers of the night appear morbid
Decaying flesh hanging sloppy
Limbs that swing back and forth floppy
Sounds of grunts and growls
Eyes that droop to scowls
Scrapping feet along the ground
Trail of blood dripping found
Waiting for the darkness
The undead rising heartless

The ticking tock of a clock
Silently clicking and clacking
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
The night consumes all of light
And those who still breathe in sight
Forward marching
Zombies lurching
Passage to safety occupied
By obstacles now left mortified
Shotguns that blast
Wielding sabers used last
Hacking at skulls
The edge dulls
Swarms of demons
Lives without reason
Waiting for the darkness
The undead raising madness

Ax

hi 🙏, forgive my absence and sproadic appearance. challenging days at work. i think id rather be a gas jockey😜

hope youre all well and smiling, hugs ➰❤️

17 thoughts on “The Ticking Tock of a Clock 

  1. You’re welcome. I’m a big The Walking Dead fan, and anything that hints at zombies catches my eye. Good poem, Antony. I think this is the first one I have read with walkers in it. 🙂

      1. The night whispers her name, she hears the echo floating in the air. A sound never heard before, drowned out, only by the screams from her mouth. Shadows appear, they swoop down then up. They circle her body until she drops dead, to the ground. Her breathing thinkens, her vision blurs, it clearly sees, the monster of the night.

        Bwohahahaha

        Are you scarededer now

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