The Ticking Clock
Your microscopic heart stopped beating
like a clock forgetting the time.
I wasn’t even there,
was I ever?
Do you watch us in judgement or pity?
Do you look and think, “I had a lucky escape”?
Are you nameless and wandering
like both of us now?
Are you happy, sad,
all those things that we are,
or at least could be
in this mess called life
that we took away from you,
because we were too young – too foolish – too drunk
drags me back to the present,
to thoughts of what I have done,
should have done and need to do.
I wonder what and where you are,
who you could have been,
then I do for me
What have I become,
what will become
The clock is ticking.
Copyright © Neil Slevin 2016
Neil Slevin is a 26 year-old writer from Co. Leitrim, Ireland. A former English teacher in the U.K., having graduated with a B.Sc. in Physical Education with English from the University of Limerick in 2011, he has returned to university to complete an M.A. in Writing at N.U.I. Galway and to pursue a writing-based career. His work has been published by The Galway Review and various American journals.