Tick Tock Rumblings

Tick - tock, tick - tock;

Goes my dear dusty clock .

Its hands move steady ,

Even as I become heady

For the drops down my throat I pour

And i begin to envisage the closing of the door .

My head begins to rumble
There are so many thoughts I fumble .

Why is death feared so much ?

Is it so bad, so gruesome, is it such ?

Why is it they fear its touch ?

Can it worse than being caught in the clutch

Of the demon that resides inside you ?

Which grace with its ill presence only  a few .

Is its pain worse than that of a  heartbreak ?

That can cause you to unmake.

It makes you view the world with tinted glasses .

And you lost your faith in the masses .

So what is it about death that people fear so much  ?

Why is their a fuss as such ?

Isn't death a mere retreat ,

Where after the long walk of life you can rest your feet ?

And at last receive,
That much needed reprieve .

Tick - tock , tick - tock ;

Goes my dear dusty clock .

Its hands move steady ,

Even as I become heady

For the drops of repieve down my throat continue to go ,

And then with a thud closes the door .