Hands of the Clock

One...    
   
A moment passes me by...    
   
Two...    
   
Stretching into the shadows...    
   
Three...    
   
I bury my head into the sand...    
   
Four...    
   
Emerging to see what has come of me...    
   
Five...    
   
I am thrust into the light...    
   
Six...    
   
Surrouded by other beings I am no longer alone...    
   
Seven...    
   
Their eyes are now upon me...    
   
Eight...    
   
They carry me to their vessle...    
   
Nine...    
   
A door somewhere far off is closing...    
   
Ten...    
   
The blackness becomes suffocating in this space...    
   
Eleven...    
   
The world I leave behind with closed eyes    
   
Twelve...    
   
Swift and sudden pain give way to release as I am taken away...    
   
I am alone again...    
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
Written and posted by Andrew Kerklaan AKA A Nameless Traveler