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Remembering The Dead

I still remember you
your slow descent into alcohol
though memories have all but faded
through the vague fogged window of my mind
Sitting there in the corner armchair
slouched in your quiet repose
like you were one with the weathered fabric
shrouded in misery, always alone
Watching that old pendulum swing
in perfect timing, like it spoke
that ancient counter of life
in tandem with the secret language of the clock
Drifting away on an ocean grey cloud
of pluming cigarette smoke
that blank faraway look in your eyes
awaiting your next escape

Was it from now? from reality or yourself perhaps?
I will never forget that moment
when the old time battered clock gave out
and silence poured around the empty room
when your life finally lost its chime 
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Poetry.com 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 8 reviews.
S. Subhashini More than 1 year ago
Excellent Write
tony right More than 1 year ago
well done clifton...this is pure poetry...free verse with rhythm...good word selection and metaphorically sound...excellent
Galina Valkova More than 1 year ago
, please review  my work and please spread the word
Diana Sitnic More than 1 year ago
bravo wow
ARUN MAZUMDER More than 1 year ago
Bryan Fredrick More than 1 year ago
good read, very emotional!
Anna Laurencio More than 1 year ago
keep it up, well done
Mohan Pillai More than 1 year ago
Life finally lost in chime
Silence of the past.
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