Ad Infinitum

It stands alone,
An inanimate silhouette.
Reminding us of what we all know,
As if we could forget.

Each movement of its hand,
Each rhythmical tick.
Deteriorates us strand by strand,
Brick by brick.

It is the king of all crimes,
The climax of dismay.
The pinnacle of all rhymes,
The culmination of each day.

We leave our faith within it.
For we know it consumes our fate.
For to it we must submit,
Before it becomes too late.

It possesses all cognition.
Karma fuels its very thought.
Within it we search for definition.
But it is something no man could be taught.

It watches me now,
Tantalizing, it scares me nearly to death.
For I stare back now.
Wondering if this will be my last breath.

When will it take me?
I suppose Time will tell.
When will it set me free?
And release me from this hell.

(c) Copyright Jacob Parnell