Death Clock Poem by sania harris

I started to pen
The clock ticked again
My heart beat again
Pain tangled my brain
My mind is going insane
All my hard work was in vain
Life gave me no gain
My heart was filled with pain
When am I going to die?
I want to reach up high
But there, I could only lye
All I could do was say was good-bye
I wanted the chain to untie
I wanted to fly like a butterfly
But I was jus allowed to cry
No one was near
No one was there to hear
All I had was fear
Seconds are slipping away
My mind is becoming clay
I was near death; halfway
God, did I disobey
To do you something, did I ever delay?
Then why is this happening to me?
Everything is going far
Farther than I can reach
Am I going to die?
The clock ticked again
The hand was near 12: 00
There, my death clock was hung
I was not, to die too young
One more minute for me;
For me to stand in this atrocious world
I took that time to plea
Then,
Everything around me swirled and twirled
As my death clock ticked 12: 00
And there I stood, knocking on heavens door