I have little time
I must write for I have
1
More day and I cannot stray
No more delay I must tell you my terror
For the clock is about to strike
2
My fear is intense my breath is cold
I lose all glee for it is almost
3
Why, why can it stop
My time runs short
The day has come for the clock strikes
4
My days are over for the creature creeps near
It has dark green eyes close to the color of lime
The clock ticks to
5
The beast makes me sick
I am in dismay for it rots and it's organs hang
I count 1, 2, no
6
Pools of blood surround it's posse
I am alone and outmatched but I cannot folley
It's almost time for the clock to strike
7
They creep close they no longer can wait
I might be dead soon if I make them irate
8
Their eyes lock with mine
I see death and life mix like fine wine
The clock strikes at
9
#I tried making a poem that branches out from my usual format please give feedback and support
desert fjord
onyx jungle
Crafty and interesting.
I wish it went to midnight because there’s just something about midnight🤷🏻♀️
desert fjord
Yeah midnight is always a good point to go for