a golden watch
By Terrik Kobryn
I hear the ticking of my golden watch;
It scolds me, yelling I deserve no sleep.
Im helpless but to listen as it tocks;
I honor it and wind away my sheep.
So why do I not cast the timepiece off?
It was my father's worn till day of death.
Time, her flaxen hair, would judge me not;
The day I set to end his wicked breath.
The man who loved his drink far more than me.
I took his life and watch in justice cold.
Who striked me till I was too weak to flea.
My hands and face were shimmering like gold.
The watch reminds me of the deed I've done;
I sleep no more and wait for golden sun.