a demon in the night
and on this suburban
Tuesday morning all she hears
is the ticking of the clock.
The ghost in the window watches her stare
at dark grey clouds as bleak as the despair.
But the cursed clock continues
to click and tick, torturing her.
She used to feel immortal
striding as though she owned the world
but today her world is four walls.
Visitors are now few and far between
with time they've dried up...like a summer stream.